The gnarled and bent old man, readjusted his dirty shawl, gave me that toothless smile and cackled a blessing, before limping off into the smoke filled night of Bombay, bobbing his head in the way that only Indians can.
I was ashen with shock, awe and fear... what had just happened?
A blessing?
My mother took my hand and reassured me that it was an auspicious omen, a special moment, a blessing and a challenge.
I believed her.
We walked past the Gateway to India, in front of the famed Taj Mahal hotel, the one that was just in the news, sadly.
She bought me some corn on the cob from a street vendor, I happily dipped the half-lime into the bowl of chilly, salt n' pepper mix, dabbed it on, no butter here, delicious and healthier!
That 'blessing' was in 1979, marking my life, guiding my decisions, almost to this day!
I had a mission, because an old man in a strange English twang, looked at the hand of a little boy and told him his future.
He got it right.
Or, was it a curse?
A curse so convincing that the little boy had no choice but to do what he said?
Anyway, that little boy has decided that he wants to chart a new course to this life, his life... not what some old hand-reader said in another world... even if he helped him get here, for which he must thank him!
What is your Mission in life?
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I wish you a Merry Mission!
Melchior
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I love how you started this piece. I felt like I was there with that little boy. well I guess I was there :)? keep the writing flowing.
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