A lost man looked at his hands
hoping for directions. There was none to be found. All the lines looked going haywire.
Sometimes the lines on his hands appeared to be stronger than the hands were themselves.
That was the ultimate despair that had left the fools wiser and the wise ones
foolish.
Few lines hid themselves almost
afraid to show up. And few showed up like the length of their stride would
determine their right over the lost man’s destiny. It was almost an evil ploy
by god to stop the lost man from going on to his own path of happiness. So the
lost man looked for solutions from god’s agents, the astrologers and the old stone
merchants. He read horoscopes everyday, of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
The lost man wondered about all
the dead people of the day who the horoscopes had missed, and prayed for himself
to be a part of that crowd when the horoscopes turned bad. The lost man looked
at his hands, believing in disbelief that all his life was coded there, and
often spent hours reading between the lines, most of which crisscrossed violently
on its way into the heaven.
God has a plan, the god’s agents
told him, sold to him, and then told him again upon doubt due to delay in the
services the lost man paid for. A proper plan, the lost man hoped, would be better
than today’s horoscope at least. However, little doubt had seeped into his
mind.
One day the government banned the
horoscopes for spreading false beliefs and manipulating an entire race of mammals.
There were protests all over the place. Middle aged men and women marched
around the India Gate with candles, and their kids and the opposition debated over
TV on the extent of the government’s moral policing.
In all this craziness, the lost
man felt like a revolutionary all of a sudden.
Some people told him to take it
easy, but he took to the streets flashing the rings around his eight fingers
and two thumbs. He told stories of their success. He was all of a sudden, an
ambassador of the people who were lost within their hands.
The government had to step down.
The rules were changed. The power of the stones returned the faith of the mankind,
and the lost man felt found for the first time. He then applied for a
certificate of the knowledge of the telling of tomorrow.
He now tells today’s horoscopes
over YouTube, and also has been able to find this plan in his hands. It was
clear from the beginning, he mentions often.
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