"Leave your bag on the table to your right,"said a young woman in her thirties.
Annette looked at her and smiled.
"One of my friends gave me your address."
"You are welcome.Come and sit here,"
she pointed to the short stool with a cushion.
"I'm so glad that you made time for me amidst your busy schedule."
"What brings you here my dear,"
she asked calmly.
Annette became briefly reminiscent of her daily routine and announced
"I can't sleep well."
"For how long?"
"It's been a year now".
"Are you single?"she asked.
"Yes."
She turned got up and fetched something from a drawer . Annette looked on patiently while she put the crystals into a thiruble and burning it began to chant rapidly.
She kept it holding it over her head and turned it round clockwise then anticlockwise.The incense burned charging the room with aroma mild yet soaking the senses.
She sat down again and setting the bowl down smiled.
"I am Myra and you have come to me in your distress."she said placing her hands on Annette's head.She chanted softly and then stopped.
"I want you to look back at your life and tell me of someone whom you met for the first time." said Myra.
" No one as yet," she answered.
" You are intuitive and soon your world will change.I can see a young man who loves you." said Myra.
The words hung in the air.Annette looked at Myra blankly.Then on a spert of curiosity asked," Should I be wary of him?"
" No just careful ,he may not be the right suitor for you," she replied.
" Sleep on your left and burn these insense sticks before you sleep.Your sleep should improve."
Annette looked at Myra and asked
" Where will I meet with him?"
" It's very near to your home," she replied.
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Where Do I Begin
Mystery / ThrillerA young regressionist finds one of her clients in deep turmoil and as she intervenes she discovers that she is in the grip of the perpetrator.Will she survive after she resolves to put an end to this entity?
