NORTH STAR

It's one of those days that I don't look forward to at all but try my best to focus only on the silver lining and send thanks to the universe that I have access to the best healthcare the world has to offer. It's also a a gift I give to myself ever since I've placed my health and its sustenance as top priority. So today was a day full of follow ups and tests…and an overwhelming anxiety to top it all when it was all done as the reports will be out only next week when I meet up with the specialists for the review.

A stretch of 2 hrs with an assortment of procedures which to me seemed like an endless one, finally wound up with me walking out with a million-gadzillion thoughts blitzing in my head. Even though the technicians saw me off with a load of assurances, drilling me to keep calm, to be positive and to have a good rest after going home, I was anything but calm.

Nap was the last thing on my mind although my eyes were already weary and were shutting on their own. After a good meal ( I never skip them whatever my state of mind is) at the hospital food court, I walked over to the cab stand.

Here starts the unusual but welcome happenings of the day that put my mind at ease. I was supposed to call for one as cabs driving through are few and far between during peak lunch hours. But there I was standing in a queue with my head in the clouds. And what do you know! A random cab does glide down the sloping ramp towards the waiting commuters!

The family standing first in line refused to take it ( God knows what on earth they were standing in a public cab stand for in the first place), the person in front of me was refused by the cab driver ( coz he wasn't going in that direction and he had miraculously changed the signage to my destination area! I put it down to lunch hour shift…) My turn ! I, against all hope, told him my drop-off point and he immediately nodded! Well! Things sure were on a roll after this!

The elderly driver, docile and polite asked me how my day went at the hospital. A brief chat later we were driving along on an otherwise bustling road, now only a sun-baked, long stretch with only a few cars ahead of us on a boiling, off peak afternoon. All the time, I was thinking about my father and communicating my worries with him in my mind. And I kid you not! We came to a pause at the red traffic light and another car came directly to a stop ahead of us. With the registration plate starting with SNU ( daddy always called me Sannu). Was this his straining effort to respond to me, to call out to me and tell me that everything was going to be alright? I definitely think so !

It was quite a while before we were on the move again and then the car ahead of us went its own way. As we stopped below my building, the driver wished me a good day and to my pleasant surprise said, “Isn't it so good to be back home again” ( after a long morning at the hospital). Quite amazed, I replied that it certainly was. Dad always used to say this particular line after we returned from anywhere at all–”Home Sweet Home! It's so good to be back home again!” Coincidence of his presence again? Hardly! He was with me in spirit all throughout today.

Well it doesn't end here! I settled down ready to play my zen music and try to get some shut-eye after a bone tired day and another video out of the blue randomly starts playing—“You will get your medical reports next week and you will only hear good news!” What was thaaaaat !!!

Shut-eye was now wide awake, drowsiness be damned! Was there more to come? You bet! Sleep was far from visiting me after this so I switched to my favorite utube journaling vlogger and the frame continued with her illustrating…a pill💊! ( What the…of all the! ) And then suddenly I remembered I hadn't taken my afternoon dose of medication amidst all the chaotic change in routine!

I was flabbergasted! It was 3.30 pm and I hurriedly took it. Universe, guardian angels…or daddy ( we have great telepathy if that was you and your communication with me is going quite steady and strong 🙏🏻🙏🏻)

Daddy looks out for me even from the afterlife 🥺🥺 Only a parent can have this level of concern for his child 🙏🏻

Annu, I had asked you along to accompany me today and you were there like a guiding beacon of light, a shield of heartening comfort and strength.

YOU ARE my true North Star always and forever 💜💜🤗

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