As a grown-up, I respect charms and omens. Though I don’t share those believes with anyone, I have always been a deep appreciator of charms. May be I am a dreamer or just a fool to give a little space in my life for charms and omens. What to do!
I grew up in my ancestral house. It was there that I had my first tryst with a horseshoe charm. On the main doorframe of my house stood an old and tattered horseshoe. This was nailed on to the doorframe in a secure manner. It was heavily painted brown. I have had time to discuss this horseshoe story with my long lost grandmother. She told me that my grandpa got it from a friend of him. She told me that there was a belief among the natives that a horseshoe placed on the main doorframe of a house would bring good luck. I grew up looking at this horseshoe until I was 9 years of age. Then I left my ancestral house to move to my house. The ‘horseshoe charm’ remained deep in my heart and I had a wild wish that one day I too would get a horseshoe.
The trick about the horseshoe-charm is that it has to be a worn-out horseshoe, genuinely used by a horse, stallion or a mule. Added to it, the receiver has to have it as serendipity, as a coincidence. A purchased horseshoe will not bring him luck. One has to pick it up from the road.
In 2007, I was in Texas, USA. Before leaving to US, the horseshoe-charm again struck me. ‘Ya, I will try my luck getting a horseshoe from a Texan road. After all, Texas is the land of cowboys’ I told myself. True, Texas is the land of horses and cowboys. Nevertheless, I never found a horseshoe anywhere on Texan roads or super highways. After reaching Grapevine, I shared my ‘horseshoe wish’ with my US host. He treasured it in his heart. As I was packing home, my host gave me a present: a beautiful horseshoe decorated leather photo-holder!
|My guide gifting me my horseshoe at Hampta.|
This happened last year. For me to pick my horseshoe-charm, I had to trek all my way up a mountain: it was Hampta trek, at around 1600 ft. (On each trek, I am aware that Himalayan mountains are sparingly gifted with tattered horseshoes. This comes from the animals that trekkers and climbers use.) Then it happened: to my great joy, I struck a beautiful worn out horseshoe at Hampta. A photo was done: Rakesh, our guide gifting me my horseshoe.
A life without any dream is a dead life. And, in everyone’s life, there are dreams that fulfill and dreams that go dead ..In my life too this is true. ‘Horseshoe’ is just one dream that came true. And I discount all my dead dreams to the 'Horseshoe' dream that came true in my life! Today, this horseshoe finds its place on the main door-frame of my house... and I smile to myself each time I spot my horseshoe in my goingouts and comingins.