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Intuitive Revelation – 7 years ago

Usually, I never let strange things get the better of me until that quirky day.
An aversion for watches grew and I had developed the habit of checking the time in my mobile. On that day, I was gaily walking towards my college canteen. A bystander stopped me short and asked “What is the time, please?”

Quarter past ten! “10:10” I said. After receiving a ‘thanks’, I went on to have a nice and strong coffee.

Walking back to my class room, I noticed the library was deserted; so I walked straight in for a quick read. Interestingly, I found a travel book on Germany and I was engrossed in it. From Berlin wall to the Black forest, the pictures were so mesmerizing. While I was falling in love with Germany, all over again, I looked up to see the time. Darn! My Java classes must have already begun. The time was 11:11. I realized that after a few mind-numbing seconds as the Java teacher was a real ‘Hitler’!!!

Current day

I wonder if I belong to the Andromeda galaxy. Till this day I have been experiencing the repetitive-number-in-time- syndrome. I wouldn’t call it a syndrome exactly as I never thought of it to be a jinx. I think it is some kind of a super power I hold and it helps me be the way I am.
 Isn’t it bizarre? That explanation sounded eerie to me as well so I decided to hit a search.
And it looks like this does happen to some people. They say it has got to do with the high creative and perspective levels of the mind and some say it is an OCD.


Have you heard of the Bazooka-Super-Nova? Well, I am to be named that way. My power of intuitive repetitive number vision took me places and I have become the first ‘number-god’ of the planet, wait, no, the universe.
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 P.S: Dear Readers, please excuse my crankiness; I witnessed my exclusive power 6 times today!!! And I hope Andromeda has some habitable planets.
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  1. I too got that power, some 2-3 years back..


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