My friends chuckled in incredulous surprise. I was looking intently at it. But it wasn’t because I wanted it to turn green, but simply because I was slow to process what was said and at that particular moment, I found the object — a bottle of clear spring water — mesmerising. My eyes lingered on it beyond what was to be considered normal, as the gears sluggishly clicked into action about its unambiguous limpidity. This is why they laughed.
Before I could explain myself that I seriously did not wish or believe that a higher being was going to turn the liquid green, they had decided that this is exactly what I had been thinking. And it stuck. I was now labelled earnest and religious.