An interesting thing happened yesterday. I spent a few hours at Grandmom's place last afternoon. My youngest cousin, all of seven years old, chatted away incessantly as i lay sprawled on the sofa in the drawing room, all sad and depressed about life. Suddenly, fully excited, she left the room and came back carrying a 30 cmX30 cm square that looked like a doormat with spikes. It was an accupressure thingie that people are supposed to stand on and well, heal themselves.
I didn't bother standing on it. Instead, i rested my feet as i sat on the sofa. Very agitated by my behaviour, my cousin scolded me and then proceeded to stand on it herself. If you stand on this, she said, all your health problems will go and you'll live longer; maybe 100 years even.
Really? I replied. Yes, she said, see, i'm doing it no? I'll live for very long, 100 years, 6000 years even!
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than her older sisters and i pounced on them, forcing them to surrender their false promises under the glare of our we-know-better eyes: 6000 years? Really?
She thought about it for a split second and with a confidence stretching beyond her years, replied, If God wills it, yes.
We admitted defeat. After all, there isn't much one can say to that.
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