Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Small Story 218.

--- Small Story 218: Magic Number 111 Dwaraka was well-known among his friends for his strong intuition and vivid imagination. Whether it was predicting exam results, marriage proposals, or matchmaking outcomes, everyone trusted his instincts. Professionally, he was a software engineer and, even at the age of 50, carried a charming and positive demeanor. He lived in Bengaluru with his wife Meena and daughter Vasanthy. His aged parents continued to live in Thuraiyur, near Trichy. Vasanthy worked as a psychiatrist, and Meena was well-regarded for her online Vedantic classes, through which she spread meaningful messages to people without expecting any monetary return. She found joy in sharing wisdom for the benefit of others. One evening, Dwaraka returned home from work and was relaxing while watching an IPL T20 match between KKR and PBKS. Meena was busy with her online session, and Vasanthy was at her clinic. It was around 9 PM. In the match, PBKS had been bowled out for just 111 runs—a surprisingly low total for their strong batting lineup. This unusual score caught Dwaraka’s attention. Just then, his close friend Pramod called. “Hey! Did you notice PBKS scored only 111? Isn’t this their lowest in early innings?” Pramod asked. “Yes, you’re right. This is certainly one of their lowest totals,” Dwaraka responded. “You think KKR will chase it down easily?” Pramod asked, curious. Dwaraka smiled. “My intuition says PBKS will win this one. I’ve done my own calculations.” “Are you sure?” Pramod asked, slightly doubtful. “Usually, my predictions don’t fail—only once they’ve gone wrong. Today, I’m confident,” Dwaraka said calmly. They continued watching the match. By the end, to everyone's shock, PBKS emerged victorious. Pramod called again, astonished. “Hey, you’re amazing! A genius with your intuitions. You could actually make a lot of money with this talent!” But Dwaraka simply smiled. “My intuitions are genuine and not meant for profit. It's all God's blessing, my dear friend.” Pramod couldn’t help but admire him even more. K.Ragavan 17-4-25

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