It was just another regular morning but this time, I brought my laptop to a cafe to send in the applications instead of doing it from home.
I took a quiet corner seat.
Customers started filling up the rest of the empty seats as the morning progressed.
“May I?” An old man, dressed in a white t-shirt and denim jeans asked, while holding a cup of coffee in his hand and a book in the other.
“Uh.. yeah su...sure.” I uncomfortably replied.
“Son, you look troubled. Tell me your story.” The old man asked, who later addressed himself as Jim.
Given the introvert I was, I would normally end a conversation as quickly as possible
However, for some strange reason, I felt comfortable talking to Jim,
And before I could realize,
I had closed my laptop and shared with him my unprecedented sequence of events and ended with a sigh of relief.
“952. You know what that means, don’t you?” Jim asked as he took his last sip of coffee.
I didn’t, but he explained, “Sometimes when we need guidance the most in life, our guardian angels give us signs.”
“The number 952 is a sign of hope from the universe which says that you can always find a solution for your problems, no matter how grave they are, and that you are made for bigger things.”
Jim stood up and headed towards the exit door.
As I watched him leave,
His silhouette got smaller and smaller in the sun rays.
I looked at the digital clock,