The frightening evening!
It was not the first time that something had gone wrong in our kitchen in just a few months. Ever since we decided to move to our new house, everything had settled down slowly and gradually, but the only problem we were facing was our kitchen. Both of us were trying so hard and had tried everything we could to sort out the kitchen issue. We experimented with basic stoves, glass triple stoves, and steel base stoves, but each time, there was a major concern that put us in trouble. Last night, we faced a near-death experience but came out safely.
So, the question is, how do I narrate the incident from last evening? It can't be more accurate and justified than thinking that there is some issue with the house's kitchen. Let me try my best to put my scary and terrifying story into words.
So, yesterday, we both decided to paint the walls and infuse some new, warm, and positive energy into our house. We began the task and created a nice video clip out of it. We enjoyed the entire process, completing both walls little by little. Afterward, our home looked amazingly lively. We were both happy and exhausted. We decided to have some dal and rice for dinner and then get some sleep. I also planned to edit and post the video of our first time painting the wall. As we started preparing our dinner, we chatted about our day, and the rice was ready. I asked my partner to chop the onions for the dal's tadka. We were both standing diagonally across from the stove, when suddenly, a loud, scary noise burst into our ears. It was so loud and shocking that we couldn't immediately grasp what had happened. It was a blast caused by the pressure cooker. We were in shock. Within seconds, everything in the kitchen was splattered with dal, and the pressure cooker lay shattered into pieces. I was momentarily lost; everything appeared blurred and white as the glasses were covered in steam. I was overwhelmed by fear, not knowing what had happened to us and where my partner was. I screamed like a child and started crying uncontrollably. That sudden, overwhelming fear filled my heart with dread, a feeling that I can still sense even now. My partner hugged me, and I felt relief knowing he was with me. I continued crying out of sheer fear. The thought of losing someone is the worst feeling imaginable. I felt like I was torn into pieces and clung to him like a small child. I was completely distraught, and my legs were trembling. Within a few minutes, everything changed.
The first thought that crossed my mind was that we were safe. The blast had been so powerful that the ceiling had cracks. What if any of the pieces had touched us? The thought shook me profoundly. My partner cleaned the kitchen, sat me down on the balcony to calm me, but I was still shaken. He did his best to make me comfortable, but my mind was filled with a strange feeling. I felt as though something was there, something we couldn't feel but was telling us to leave because no home is complete without a kitchen. The kitchen is the heart of any home. We offer prayers to the kitchen and stove when we enter a new home, and ever since we moved here, we couldn't settle with our kitchen.
I don't know if any negative energy is at play, although we regularly perform pooja, and that might be the reason we escaped serious injury from the blast. I'm trying to clear my mind of this thought. I hope there's nothing negative, just a coincidence and our belief. We've never felt any negative energy in the house, and we've always aimed to make this house more beautiful, but somehow, something feels unsettling and bothersome. If some negative force is silently working, I wish to find a new abode because my abode is my partner, not a house made of walls. We have the potential to turn any house into our home. I am manifesting a beautiful home filled with the best positive energies. We hope to make our journey more beautiful and wish the same for everyone. Sending love and requesting blessings from all.
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| God is with us! |
