Daily Prompt: Three Coins in the Fountain
I never had the privilege of throwing three coins in the fountain, there were no fountains near where I lived to toss a few coins. Besides if there were fountains, there were signs put up not to mess them up, never mind the coins, these were wealthy people who owned them, and they were not interested to to see pennies at the bottom.
But there was a place in Chittagong, Bangladesh, where I visited with my mother,they had a lot of red strings hanging from the branches of one tree. There were stories told by people guarding the place to make a wish and tie the knot. Also if our wish was fulfilled we must go back and untie the knot.
I remember tying a knot but couldn’t remember what my wish was and also I lived in a different town to untie the knot I’d have to go back by train , it takes four hours from my place . It didn’t happen. I did ask my mother how will I know which one was mine, she said it didn’t matter I could untie anyone. I get it, this is one way of making us untie at least one knot so the next person wouldn’t have to untie to tie a knot. Isn’t it a smart thing?