Sr MK was almost God to us and so whatever she declared felt a final truth.
So one day on a quiet nursery chapter of life, Sr. MK told me whatever you need just tell it to the Lord and he shall grant it.
I began praying with the hope the Lord would hear when I was in nursery.
I mostly prayed for food , for my dad to spend more time with me, for my hindi tutor to hit me less.
Through the journey I prayed for pink pigs with green noses, for white dogs with brown tails, for cats that could talk, for a donkey with a musical sense.
And early on I prayed for the man of my life to come by on a brown horse with bells and lights flashing away.
I guess I prayed a little too early that the content of the prayer did not alter much across the years.
The Lord perhaps had grown too senile to hear my prayers or rather maybe it was innate in me to want the impossible.
Years down, I did pray for someone called hunter but then I guess that was a far greater task for the Lord than my prayer for pink pigs with green noses....
Yet the Lord did hear part of my prayer...he spelt loud the dream inside a seven year old girl...a hunter kind, good, broad forehead, a black whizz ....yet I guess I didn't pray hard enough...the Lord gave me not the hunter but a hunted vacuum.
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