She was shouting. Top of her voice I think. Ear piercing yet
Yet she didn’t bother
“Nona shall I tell you a Sasthare” said she, clad in dark pink saree with a yellow border
I “nope”. In my mind “what the… ?”
And hurried my way.
I ran. she followed.
“Nona nona then just give me ten rupees”
I sighed. Pull out the purse. Opened the purse
Took hundred rupees.
In mind argued. “Will she give me balance”
Yeah the jokes on me
Laughed to myself, for thats not withing the ethical frame.
She took the note looked at me, kind of questioning,
Me and my action (methinks).
I turned away and continued my way
“Nona nona” cried she
Me being me turned again
“Nona I never take money for free”
And now I have the questioning look.
I said “Well don’t tell me the future,
For I like it to be a mystery”
She hesitated and piped
“Then I will play a trick,
Think of a flower and a colour”
I thought and thought
Saw a Jasmine three white as white can be
“Nona you thought white jasmine”
I went speechless
“Man doesn’t this woman a master of psychology,
And I spend money to learn behavioral pattern of man kind”
Smiled at her. Nodded my head.
Turned and walked away.