Post # Nine # At the Wishing Well

"Be as you wish to seem"

Last evening, some friends had visited me for some quiet time among ourselves. We celebrated in the dusk, as the sun shone like a gold and later immersed into the mountains. After a sumptuous meal at a nearby meat hotel and a brisk loitering, we went to a local wishing well situated at the foothill. (For the record, we have several chains of small stalls in each locality that we call meat hotels, where we can get roasted meat, dishes and others. Pork, chicken and duck are the favourites. It is also a haven for those drinkers. Some of the stalls serve a tasty hooch that we call ashaba in local lingo.)

And a wishing well is a term, as explained by Wikipedia, from European folklore to describe wells where it was thought that any spoken wish would be granted. The idea that a wish would be granted came from the idea that water housed deities or had been placed there as a gift from the gods, since water was a source of life and often a scarce commodity.

Well after a nice time, after wonderful moments with friends and after a hearty meal, life is seemingly complete. But we have thousands and thousands of limitless wishes. Reasonable, somehow reasonable, illogical, utter illogical wishes.  When I took out some coins from my wallet, though, I didn't feel like wishing for the heaven and the stars but I only wished that I will not suffer from diarrhea or some gastric problems.

Luckily I got my wish! I feel as fresh as the morning dews when I got up today.