In response to my matrimonial advertisement, one Mr Sinha met me a couple of times when I came back to Delhi after four months from Srinagar for my abinitio training at Safadarajng airport. He was our Deputy Manager and his daughter was working with Engineers India Limited. I remember, every time we met, he would hold my hand to read lines on my palm. Perhaps he didn't find something good in me as a father would like for his daughter in her matrimony, and discontinued the matter. Around ten years later I met a colleague at Delhi airport who happened to be Mr Sinha's next door neighbour. Sharing lighter moments, I once told him the old episode. I was shaken by his reply that his daughter working with EIL had died. Life follows just mysterious ways of God!
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