There are moments in life that would seem insignificant to an outside observer, yet they leave an imprint on our hearts that lasts forever.
For me, one such moment unfolded over the last two days.
Yesterday, while standing at a bhelpuri stall near Bombay High Court, I ordered two sev puris and one sukha bhel (I love streetfood ;)). When I asked the vendor for the bill amount, he replied in Hindi, "Ek Sau Das" — meaning one hundred and ten rupees.
I instinctively opened Google Pay to scan his QR code. As I glanced at my phone screen, I noticed something that made me smile.
The time was exactly 1:10 on my phone screen.
I paid exactly Rs 110 and by the time this payment transaction was over, it was 1:11pm and for me 111 represents my beloved Ancestors
A simple coincidence, perhaps.
Yet life has taught me that sometimes the smallest moments carry the greatest messages.
I smiled, paid the vendor, and continued with my day.
Little did I know that the Universe was not finished with its playful conversation.
The very next day, that is, today on 20th June, while watching a spiritual message about love, guidance, and divine timing, I happened to notice the clock on my screen once again.
The time was exactly 1:10
Moments later, as the speaker spoke about Spirit Guides helping orchestrate meaningful encounters and relationships, the clock changed to 1:11... Wohooooo - My Spirit Guides , My Papa, My Ancestors!!!
Again, many people may call this coincidence.
And perhaps it is.
But what matters is not whether a miracle can be measured, explained, or scientifically verified.
What matters is how these moments make us feel.
For me, they felt like gentle reminders that life is far more mysterious and beautiful than we often allow ourselves to believe.
We live in a world that constantly encourages cynicism. We are taught to question everything, doubt everything, and dismiss anything that is not visible to our eyes or that cannot be placed under a microscope.
While critical thinking is important, there is a danger in allowing absolute skepticism to get the better of our hearts and instead turn to bitterness through chain reactions of other's behaviours.
Bitterness closes the heart.
Wonder opens it.
As children, we naturally lived in a state of wonder. We spoke to the stars. We searched for shapes in the clouds. We believed life was filled with magic.
Then adulthood arrived.
The world told us to grow up.
To stop believing.
To become practical.
To stop noticing.
Yet I have found that some of the happiest people are not those who have all the answers. They are the ones who never lost their capacity for wonder.
Whether these moments are messages from ancestors, whispers from spirit guides, divine synchronicities, or simply beautiful coincidences is a matter of how once perceives them personally! For me, they are my cheerleaders!!!
And What matters is the feeling they leave behind.
A feeling that I am not alone.
A feeling that life is listening.
A feeling that there is an intelligence, a love, or a benevolent presence over and above all those things and beings that may be trying to suck your energy and trying to convert you into something you are not....that the Divine is woven into each and every thread of our breath and creates the fabric of existence.
These experiences and miracles may not solve every problem right away.
They may not remove every challenge instantaneously.
But they often arrive exactly when our energy is low, when our spirits need lifting, and when we need a reason to smile again.
Over the years, I have noticed this pattern repeatedly.
Just when external events threaten to drain my enthusiasm, life presents a small miracle.
A meaningful coincidence.
An unexpected sign.
A perfectly timed conversation.
A forgotten prayer answered.
A number.
A song.
A stranger.
A memory.
A divine reminder to raise own vibrations.
A reminder to rest and surrender!
Something arrives to remind me that the story is larger than my current sight and current circumstances.
And perhaps that IS the true miracle.
Not the number.
Not the coincidence.
Not even the synchronicity itself.
The real miracle is the restoration of hope.
If future generations ever read these words, I hope they remember this:
Never allow the world to convince you that cynicism and skepticism is wisdom!
Never allow disappointment to rob you of your sense of wonder and childlike enthusiasm!
Never become so educated that you can no longer be amazed by the twinkling stars in night skies!
The universe speaks differently to every person.
Some hear it through prayer.
Some feel through nature.
Some know through dreams.
Some gather through synchronicities.
However it speaks to you, listen.
Be present in the now, and be aware to listen!
Life becomes infinitely richer when you remain open to mystery.
Today, my heart is filled with gratitude that after nerve testing days in past few days, the Universe again winked at me to just let go!
Gratitude for the small moments.
Gratitude for the unseen blessings.
Gratitude for the countless ways the Almighty Creator reminds us that we are heard, that we are seen and that we are loved.
And gratitude for those gentle winks from the Universe that arrive precisely when we need them most.
Thank you, Mother Gaia and Father Universe.
Thankyou my Divine Parents.
Thank you for never ceasing to surprise me.
Thank you for reminding me that wonder is still alive.
And thank you for the countless miracles—both seen and unseen—that continue to illuminate this extraordinary journey called life.
Forever A Seeker of Truth & Divine
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