Reminiscence Of Childhood Dreams

When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay,
And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,
Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say,
"He was a man who used to notice such things"?

If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelid's soundless blink,
The dewfall-hawk comes crossing the shades to alight
Upon the wind-warped upland thorn, a gazer may think,
"To him this must have been a familiar sight."

If I pass during some nocturnal blackness, mothy and warm,
When the hedgehog travels furtively over the lawn,
One may say, "He strove that such innocent creatures should
come to no harm,
But he could do little for them; and now he is gone."

Afterwards
Thomas Hardy

I was not fond of palmistry before I realized that the lines on my right palm are a rare gift. I've a simian line, one that is a blend of both the head line and the heart line, and it lured me towards the fascinating science of palmistry. I bought a book and started reading what it meant. The author said that I had already found a purpose in my life. That such simian finds their purpose too early in their lives without even realizing that they have already started moving in a definite direction. It was true, I knew it had already happened to me.

I recall my early years in school. Then, I used to tell everyone," I want to become a scientist." I can't stop cherishing those studious years, I was a happy go lucky kind. Almost everyone in my class wanted to be a doctor, or engineer and I used to feel proud that I would be only one scientist out of them.