Unheard Stories

Tattooed Lady

The Old Begging Lady

This elderly, shoeless lady occasionally walks the streets around my favorite coffee shop begging for coins. She is quite persistent in her attempts to collect a few rupees. Her skin is weathered to a point that it almost looks like worn leather. One day as she was walking away from me I noticed she has symbols tattooed to each of her calves. I have no idea what the tattoos are supposed to represent nor could I ask for we don’t speak common words. I was left wondering what stories bookend her life? Would she tell me if I could ask her?

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6 thoughts on “Unheard Stories

  1. This reminded me of similar incidents from my life as well, where I’ve met/meet people but there is no exchange of words. This post just tickled my brain. Nice one David.

    • Krishna Dev,

      Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to comment. It seems to me that you are a person not bounded by a self-centered view of the world, that you are a person who actually sees others. We need more of your type in the world. 🙂

      David

      • Hari Om! David,

        Your observation about me is absolutely correct. I’m an intense observer of my surroundings, people, the way they interact with me, what they say and the hidden motives behind it. I pay attention to every close detail, even the shaking of leg or twitching of ear.
        Especially, when I’ve to inquire whether a person is telling the truth or not.
        It all started 5 years ago when I started studying “Lie detection techniques” along with behavioral psychology.

        I can even differentiate the change in the pitch of a persons voice and tell when he is lying.

        I try not to embarrass people by pointing out their lies all the time but I do point it out when necessary. I just can’t help it anymore, it all comes involuntarily now.

        It’s like watching a movie where you as a viewer know the culprit but characters who are acting in the movie have no idea of what is going on.

        It is one of the reasons I feel much older than I actually am. I guess knowledge makes you older.
        I feel like a century old man stuck in a young mans body. 🙂

        Regards,
        Krishna Dev

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