It was a calm Thursday
afternoon when our parents drove us to a place,
close to an hour away from Adyar. We were informed
in advance that we would be meeting a palmist.
A palmist/palm-reader according to Google is supposedly
meant to interpret a person's character or predict
one's future by examining the palm(s) of their
hand(s). I, for one, do not indulge in believing
in palm-reading or astrology or other practises
that "predict" one's future because
I firmly believe in creating a future for oneself.
But I do believe that certain characteristics
of a person can be suggested or brought to light
through some of these practices.
Our appointment was at
3:00 pm and we reached, for punctuality's sake
by 2:47 pm. We stepped into the office which was
a small, rectangular room- in the corner of which
was a table filled with various lenses, microscopes,
and other curious instruments. Just behind the
table, on a chair was sitting a peaceful, grandfatherly
soul wearing a pair of huge, thick spectacles.
We sat in four chairs just opposite him and waited.
I was internally excited to see what he would
say about us, just by looking at our palms! It
was my father's turn first, so he went and sat
on an empty chair next to him and Mr. Doraiswamy/Uncle/Thaatha
immediately got engrossed in looking at the various
lines on my father's hands while measuring them
using a protractor.
After close to five minutes
of taking notes and reading my father's palms,
he explained certain characteristics of my father
that were accurate to the last word. I didn't
know if I was shocked or surprised. While he went
on to read my father's palms again, I looked around
to find books of various sciences and came to
a conclusion- that Uncle loves to read... a lot!
During our conversation, Uncle mentioned that
he had studied numerous books on palmistry and
his mother was the one who initiated him into
this field by teaching him at a very young age.
We were all taken aback to find out that Uncle
has been practicing in this profession for the
past 70 years, from the tender age of 17! He claims
83, but his passion and love for this vast subject
of palmistry and the energy with which he communicates
can fool anyone.
The way he spoke to us
made us feel like we were his children and none
of us felt like leaving. Uncle's lovely wife,
Aunty, was so motherly that she gifted us hand-picked
mangoes from her own front yard because she didn't
want us to leave empty-handed. It was an afternoon
spent with two beautiful souls and all of us cherished
and relived those wonderful, happy moments on
our way back to Adyar.