Hope Street

It’s a stormy night, the wind gods apparently angry with us lesser mortals .But human faith remains unshaken even against such forces as a lonely figure traces its way to the fortune teller’s hut. It’s not the present that matters, but the unbidden curiosity of what the future holds brings us to the Crystal Gazer. What makes us suspect the Creator and believe on the words of a mortal who breathes the same air as we do?

As the Gazer recites the happenings that are apparently seen by him in the crystal, one can see the fire in the crystal mirrored in his eyes as he hears of good happenings and the dying embers of the fire in his closing eyes as unhappy events are foreseen. The Teller performs like a skilled artist playing with his emotions, taking him to the chronicles of happiness, and then plunging him to the depths of hell. And the person plays along with him, like a string doll by giving the reins in his hands. Why does he not understand that fate does not lie in the random lines on his palm, but in the strength of his determination to make dreams come true…?

This Illusion created by the Crystal Gazer is just that – an Illusion, a portrayal of reality without ant rhyme or reason. But there have been instances when the predictions have come astonishingly true, as if the Teller had made them happen himself. Are they mere coincidences or is there some reality to this abstract art which defies science completely……That’s for you to find out in my next blog.