She gave him a look which seemed to linger for a moment longer than cursory look you give to the strangers. She was sitting in her chair in the office and a table stood between him and her.
Her eyes rested for a moment and her gaze fixed on his face; it was momentary but said so many things because the silence is powerful than the speech. It gave him a pang in his heart and he remembered his youth when he was a handsome young man having athletic figure and swarthy complexion and a broad chest and shoulders.
Men from North India where he belonged are generally stronger; they are less sentimental and Platonic love is not of much value there. They love to exhibit their physical charms more and assert their love in a coarser manner.
She might also have recalled such thoughts from the recesses of her past youth. The memory only is what remains and it is to be kept and cherished.
The lines in my palms are very complicated labyrinth maze; they criss-cross; abruptly come to end; began again after some gap to resume their journey; some of them are like a rope with frayed threads at many places.
Lines, they say showcase your life: past, present and future but we don’t have perfect software to delineate the hidden meaning behind them. Who knows that the lines we see are actually palimpsests; there are lines hidden underneath the visible lines containing even better secrets of my life.
More complicated the line patterns more complex is your character. The lines, can they be altered; altering my life or are they what they are. The man cannot do anything against the will of the God; so why to look at these lines that will stay with me all my life to the grave. Yet the hope resides eternally in the breast of every person; he hopes for a better life forever; hopes the best for his or her dear ones; assumes that no one has been able to read the precise meaning hidden and a reinterpretation is required using state of the art technology like we have evolved from 2-D to 3-D to N-D.
God appeared to Moses and gave him instructions to go to Egypt and deliver the Israel people from the oppression of Pharaoh and directed him to tell the people of Israel that I have sent him for their deliverance. Then he asked if they ask me your name ‘what shall he say to them?’. Then God said tell them “I am that I am or YHWH” or Jevovah or Yahweh (Hebrew). I shall also call myself “I am that I am” not as a Jehovah the god but as myself.
Booming & sibilant voice; his neck tilted to left side; runty bodied and very aggressive. You can hear him from a far off distance because of the volume of his voice. Thinks himself very intelligent and clever; voracious eater despite his small physique and very vindictive.
While eating, spills the victuals all around; attaches the diminutive bones of fish to the rim of the plate. He is unrestrained in his speech and criticizes everyone without any impartiality.
Sometimes, he stands for long times leaning on to a door and lost in the thoughts contemplating and thinking ways to multiply his money. He is a miser to the core. He has a single track mind and selfish and always finding ways to further his own interests.
His appetite is legendary; he gulps down very large quantities of the food within minutes like a piranha fish. Nothing remains on the plate. He can digest anything: chapatis, dal, vegetables, kerosene, curd ( many days stale), any type of oil be it vegetable or minerals.
He lacks manners in everyday life; would sit down in front of you on the table while you are sitting on the chair behind.
When he takes breakfast it is sight to behold. In one hand will be his socks and other a chapati and he will eat it walking here and there. Tea in the cups will become cold and stale as he forgets to finish it and busies himself in others tasks.