Soulmates?
I had this concept of story telling – palm reading mix for a long time and here it is. I hope you like it!
I met a palm reader once
who convinced me to let him tell me my story.
His readings weren’t conventional –
he came up with stories of past lives
by reading the calligraphy on our hands.
Mukkadar used to be a storyteller but the people
needed some catch to sit for a story,
so he chose this unconventional palm-reading.
He looked at my hand and offered me tea
along with a few choices.
“We’re going to be here for a while,”
he said, “I’ve got plenty of stories for you,
what’s your first pick?”
I was confused, so I chose the love story.
We do that sometimes.
Choose love as the last resort.
“You see this stroke right here,
it’s called the heart-line. It’s the number you dial
for all your love stories. Here you go.
You called her Swans,
the girl you dated in your past life,
because you were each other’s for life.
You met here in high school, ninth grade, 1948.
She liked mountains and you liked beaches,
so you decided California would be home.
On your 22nd birthday, she gave you a 10-paged notebook titled All yours.
filled with lipstick kisses of different shades.
Swans grew up to become an art teacher,
you started fixing cars. But in bed, you drew the race tracks on her skin
and she drove her heart on your arms.
It was a happy story for the most part,
because Swans knew how to talk till things were okay.
The calamity was that you died when you were 60,
with Amnesia and two words on your lips
“Swans. Home.”
The tragedy was that she died in your arms.
Swans died in her home.
That was intense! Now, what’s next?”
Mukkadar left me speechless,
not just by his storytelling
but by the uncanny resemblance of Swans
to the girl who used her own broken heart pieces
as bandages
to heal me last night.
Into stories? – Too much
Instagram – @myspirals
Great post !
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Yay, thank you Isha!
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This is lovely.
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Means a lot!
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Ah, such drama – and so well told. Fed the romantic swan in me this morning. Thanks!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful as always.
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Thank you for reading!
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Hey love your work . Would really appreciate it if you could take a look at my mine . 😊
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Thank you! I’d love to, but maybe in a bit? Text me your blog’s link on Instagram and I’ll get to it as soon as I can. Promise.
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I dont think I have your Instagram.
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It’s on my blog but okay, here you go : @myspirals
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Ok thankyou I’ll send you the link
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You leave your readers speechless by your amazing storytelling art. Enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you so much!
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I love it
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Yay!
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Nicely done Utsav.
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Thank you, Arjun.
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Very well presented.. Nice choice of words and story built up well.
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Thank you so much, Rupali!
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Absolutely remarkable!! have you ever had your palm read though?
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Haha I have not. But if I get the chance, definitely will.
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Such a beautiful story ❣
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Beautifully written .
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Thank you so much!
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Am I too emotional or a cry baby? Or is it just that your words cut through my skin, strike right onto my fragile heart and leave me breathless cause idk Utsav, out of all the writers and poets, I swear to God, you are my favorite.
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Nice one. Didn’t use one word more than you needed to.
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Lovely read
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Thank you!
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What was so wonderful was how captured I was at the story that I forgot it was being narrated…
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