The Wheel of Fortune

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It would perhaps be too strong a statement to say that I have started believing in destiny. But I have to admit I have become more sympathetic than I was before to the idea that sometimes it is all about fate.

To begin with, I found a camera in Cardiff castle, which I returned to the lost and found section. The supreme irony was I lost my own camera in Cardiff later that evening!

And, after months and months of trying to get a job in London, I finally gave up. I booked my flight back home, started packing, gave notice to my landlady, asked some family friends living close to the airport if I could camp at their place the night before my departure, and arranged (or rather my friend arranged) a farewell dinner. And then, out of the blue on my birthday, I was offered a junior admin position in London!

Destiny or coincidence? Going by how surreal the past couple of weeks have been, I am more inclined towards the believing in the former. Of course, none of this would have been possible without the love and unbelievable generosity of my amazing parents, who ungrudgingly dipped into their lifetime's savings and wholeheartedly supported me financially and emotionally. I sincerely hope things get better from now on! The wheel of fortune is turning?! (Touch wood.)

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