Are you superstitious?
.
“Are you superstitious?”
Someone asked me once
with that half-smile
people wear
when they already know
they will judge the answer.
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I thought for a moment.
.
Well…
I don’t exactly believe in everything.
.
But also…
I don’t exactly risk everything.
.
If a black cat crosses the road,
I don’t panic —
I just pause…
you know…
to let the cat finish its important meeting.
.
If someone sneezes
just as I’m leaving the house,
I don’t cancel my plans.
I simply sit down again
for thirty seconds
like a very disciplined scientist
waiting for the universe
to reset itself.
.
And if someone says,
“Don’t cut your nails at night,”
I don’t argue with centuries of aunties.
I quietly respect
their mysterious research.
.
Do I know if any of it is true?
.
No.
But here is the strange thing.
.
Some beliefs
are not about logic.
They are about memory.
.
They carry the voices
of grandmothers,
mothers,
and the quiet instructions
of childhood evenings.
.
Tiny rituals
that followed us
into adulthood
without asking permission.
.
Maybe none of it changes fate.
.
Maybe the universe
doesn’t care
whether we step out
with the right foot first.
.
But still…
sometimes I do.
.
Because some habits
are not about fear.
.
They are about comfort..
.
And honestly,
if avoiding a ladder
or knocking on wood
gives my heart
two extra seconds of peace—
.
why would I argue
with peace?
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So yes…
maybe I am
a little superstitious.
.
Not because I believe
everything will go wrong
if I don’t follow them.
.
But because life is uncertain enough
already.
.
And if a tiny ritual
makes me feel
a little safer
inside this chaotic universe….
.
I think
I’ll keep it.
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—Rajeshwari🧿💕
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