  Once on chance impulse I stopped a happy crazy thought it was to visit with the tarot reader on summer soltices day A big and busy fair it had been with silly friends I had been seen bubbling with all the skepticism I shook hands with a mysterious man He spoke in hindi to my surprise had lived in pune at Osho's premise inquired with polite grace what I pressing issues I meant to trace Alas if only I had no worries I spoke of the one thing on my mind he spread the cards across the table I picked one as I was able With fan and flare he proceeded its the "
Ahha"  card he conceeded An impending revelation -  a sudden flash of comprehension was to delight me!  I must certainly have looked confounded for quite unnecesarily he expounded words I wished he wouldn't have spoken wounds I wished he wouldn't have opened All the turmoil -  I know I bolted into the temporary respite of sounds and sights a crowd had gather around to cheer an honest street artist conquer his fears.
