We believe life is the best teacher and I wonder if any soul can deny this fact. My life taught me
the most important lesson of learning from mistakes. I want to share one such incident of my life
and it’s left on you all to decide whether it’s my mistake or not.
I am a dreamer and nature lover. So the stars, the moon, water, trees, mountains have always fascinated me. My fantasy always revolves around them even now. They left such a great impact on me that I started
creating a hobby of knowing the world with my own interpretations. I started writing poems and
stories on my fantasies about nature.
My unusual hobby also includes palmistry, for I considered human being as the most mysterious creation by Mother Nature. For 3 consecutive years I did lots of research, read hefty number of books and generated a sound knowledge about predicting a person by reading his/her palms. I stayed in a hostel for 2 years during my Masters. The hostel was neat and beautiful, surrounded by well-crafted gardens and a small pond with flowing pink lotuses. Every evening I used to spend some lonely time reading my palmistry books near the
My unusual hobby also includes palmistry, for I considered human being as the most mysterious creation by Mother Nature. For 3 consecutive years I did lots of research, read hefty number of books and generated a sound knowledge about predicting a person by reading his/her palms. I stayed in a hostel for 2 years during my Masters. The hostel was neat and beautiful, surrounded by well-crafted gardens and a small pond with flowing pink lotuses. Every evening I used to spend some lonely time reading my palmistry books near the
pond. Slowly my friends in hostel came to know about this and their curiosity started hampering
my privacy.
Initially it was irritating but later I stated enjoying the lime light. Oh! She is so talented, she reads the truth and she is a genius in hand reading…. These are the complements
Initially it was irritating but later I stated enjoying the lime light. Oh! She is so talented, she reads the truth and she is a genius in hand reading…. These are the complements
which made me proud (I have no regret in accepting the fact). Now my evening habit changed. I
used to sit in the corridor with lots other girls who would show their hand to me. But with my
connection with God I knew He never forgives my rudeness. It was like just another day for me
but little special as I was going home. I packed my bags but there was still time for the bus. So I
went to the corridor and yet again I was surrounded by girls eager to know about their marriage,
children etc. Amidst all the hands I suddenly hold one hand tightly. Even I don’t know what
power forced me to do so. She was Tripti, my classmate in Philosophy. I was silent for a while
for what I read in her hand. She was too scared to ask me about what I saw. But I changed the
topic and started saying her all good things. Live a long life; marry a handsome guy and lovely
kids. I still regret of how I can say so much of lie. I saw her cheerful and glowing face and left
for my bus. I reached home happily in the evening and forgot everything else. Next morning
around 5 am my phone rang. I picked up the receiver and was about to faint for what I heard. My
eyes filled with tears and I started sobbing. I told my mother last night a girl died because of
snakebite in my hostel. And that poor girl is Tripti. Oh God, why I told that innocent soul all
false things when I knew…….. I wish I could have warned her for some unknown tragedy that I
saw in her lines and her life could have saved. I asked God to forgive me for my deeds. I
followed the Gandhian principle of self-analysis, which helped me realizing my mistakes. That
was the moment I decided not to see any hand in my life. I never read my palmistry books since
then. Lesson learned from life - Never let success and fame goes over your head, no matter how
talented you are and how much you have achieved in life.
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