As my luck would have it, he had announced a comeback. Sadly, this psychopath wouldn’t just kill, but he would torture people to death. In the past, he had disappeared after butchering many. A Serial KillerĪs is the rule of this impermanent world, my quietude was short-lived. Soon, the news shook our town that a serial killer was on the prowl. Except for that fictitious ghost, life felt perfect. Lounging on my couch while observing flora and fauna through the glass door became my cherished activity. It was a vision of serenity and solitude. A glass door in this space opened into a lush green backyard that ended in a small creek. With an imaginary ghost in my bedroom closet, I spent most of my day in my gorgeous living room. Therefore, maybe I desired to offer my husband to the ghosts? In the hope that they would spare me? Who knows? Don’t ask me what I was thinking! I definitely wasn’t married to a ghostbuster. Guess whose walk-in closet resembled it? Mine, of course! Thanks to that film, I feared my closet and never ventured anywhere near it when my husband wasn’t around. In the movie, the evil spirit made a closet its home. I wish things had ended there, but they didn’t. In short, forget about impressing I became the center of my husband’s numerous jokes. So, I strolled into the theatre, putting on a brave face, but my reality surfaced midway through the film. It was too early into my marriage, and I wished to impress my husband. Although, becoming the meal of a ghost topped my fear list. We decided to watch our first movie together in one such excursion – The Grudge! That’s what most people called the entire state of New Jersey, where I lived!Ī newbie in an unfamiliar town, I was left alone when my husband stepped out to work-something I hadn’t experienced before. Each day after work, my husband made it a point to entertain me with some fun outings to help me settle down.
To start this chapter of my story, I had left behind my buzzing life, a tech job, and a brigade of extended family in the New York City’s suburbs. My prince charming had bought a cozy home in Wichita, Kansas. The year was 2004 when I got married to the man of my parents’ dream (how else do I describe an arranged marriage?). When Devi becomes our unshakable truth, we stop awing at her mystical abilities and marvel at Her instead. My purpose is to elucidate that your very existence becomes a miracle when Divine Grace meets faith.
Before proceeding with this post, I emphasize that my focal point isn’t any supernatural occurrence here. Here, I’ll narrate an account that deepened my faith. In the first post in this two-part series, I introduced the Divine Energy that protects me.
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