Yesternight, at about 9pm, a dream came true.
I met a hero. A real-life hero. Someone who writes like me. Most people say I write like him. I have no regrets about that.
I met Paulo Coelho. Yes, you read it right!
The man, the moment. Very down to earth. Very simple. Very out of the world.
I don’t have words to express myself. The feeling was something very close to what I felt when I realized Koochie was my painter girl.
Koochie says she never worshipped humans. She thinks that God is very, very distinct from anything remotely connected to humans.
I think otherwise. God manifests himself (or herself; doesn’t matter. It’s God anyways.) in human forms too.
How else can we have so many warriors of light on earth, right Paulo?
I bought The Zahir, and The Manual of the Warrior of Light.
I talked to him. He talked to me. I gifted him Under A Quicksilver Moon. He looked at it and accepted it.
“Abhilash Warrier, hmmm… Warrior of Light, eh!” he exclaimed. I nodded. “Keep writing,” with a twinkle in his eyes. A spark I observed. I nodded once again.
“It’s been my honour,” and I left.
I met a form of God that I worship. I feel blessed now.
