That afternoon, I decided to flip my mattress and wash the sheets.
Everything looked perfectly normal — until I spotted a small cluster of tiny black grains tucked deep into the corner of the bed.
They were dull, yet faintly shiny — like miniature bits of coal.
My stomach dropped. My first thought: insect eggs. Roaches? Beetles? The idea made my skin crawl.
I grabbed a sheet of paper and carefully scooped a few up to take a closer look.
They were hard, dry, and definitely not alive. But then… where had they come from?
Curious — and honestly a little scared — I snapped a picture and sent it to a friend who’s into herbal remedies and traditional healing practices.
She texted back almost immediately:
“Those are kalonji — black cumin seeds. Someone must’ve placed them there intentionally.”
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I blinked. Seeds? Under my bed?
I looked it up online, and my jaw nearly dropped. Kalonji has been used for centuries as a charm to ward off sickness and evil energy — often hidden under mattresses, thresholds, or even sewn into pillows to bring peace and protection.
For a moment, I felt uneasy. Who would do that — and why without telling me?
Then I remembered.
My grandmother had visited just a few weeks earlier. She’s always been the kind of woman who believes in quiet blessings and the old ways.
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That evening, I called her.
“Grandma… did you put something under my mattress?”
She chuckled softly.
“Ah, you found it? Yes, it’s kalonji. May it keep you safe. You’ve been restless lately, and I thought a little protection might help.”
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