I dreamed I was going to Church and joined a function after.

I arrived, and came upon a woman named Mary.

She was crying inconsolably, “My teeth hurt so terribly, 

I have no means to get it seen to.”

She asked for a cup of coffee.

I went to get it.

The man at the counter got very riled on hearing about it.

And called the Red Cross.

As he was talking on his phone,

His assistant, who was bringing the coffee, fell into a faint.

People tried to help her by pulling her along the road.

Dirt, muddy water was getting on her face, and eyes.

She turned over till she was on her belly and moved that way.

I hurried to Walkers doctor clinic.

Even as I entered the clinic, I knew it was futile.

I was there before, waited the whole day and never got seen.

Now I have two sick people on my hands.

And I know they would not get seen too.

What if I try healing Mary myself?

I asked.

What if she heals?

People would know I am able to heal and come to me.

Pride would set in.

And that would be bad.

I woke up.

The above was a real life fear.

For that reason, for the past nine months.

I have been training myself to stay in some form of obscurity.

While training myself to be so steeped in God.

Like saints and sages, only God and God alone would matter.