Life in three years

What will your life be like in three years?

I don’t have a crystal ball in front of me to predict what I will be doing three years from now. The telepathy from the other side, known as Rathe the witch, asked me, “Why do you do Yoga Namaskar for love?”

I replied, “I am all alone, and I share my love with my inner self. This is the path to break all limitations. Unlike you, who will live until 120 years old and beyond, still trying to figure out why you regret life till your last breath.”

She showed me a vision of an old woman with a full white head, standing and looking at the garden. I told her, “That is not me. I have already left this place and gone back to the land of abode. You will remain here for good, in your own world. No matter how cruel and wicked you are, I will lock you away for good. You will stay in your world and never harm my family again. I will carry my family toward divinity on my own.”

Then she showed me another image from the other side — my father, a lazy man who left his underwear on the floor, expecting others to pick it up for him.

I replied, “I don’t do such things in my life. I am not lazy like him. I am far better than that.”

She answered, “Yes, but you still recycle your clothes and use them over and over again.”

I said, “At least I give my clothes a breather. I reuse them until they are worn out, then I wash and fold them respectfully to be worn again.”

She watched me doing my maths and said, “At least your father sent you to speed learning. He’s not such a bad father after all.”

I replied, “I hated school. Unlike you, who were forced to learn and excel, I didn’t do that. I learned from the school of hard life instead.”

Rathe had no more questions left. She ran out of words and soon faded away.

I thought to myself — this would make a good story. At least, three years from today, I know I will not be what Rathe thought I was.

What will I be doing three years from now?