Superstitions, where do they come from? This weekend I picked up a friend’s bag from the table and went to put it on the floor when she shrieked. Apparently if you put a bag on the ground you become poor. Similarly, when I lived in the UK, every time I walked out with my flat mate she spent the majority of the time looking at the pavement because she didn’t like stepping on cracks or drains. Imagine if she lived in Abu Dhabi!
Whilst I’ve always tried to be tolerant of others beliefs I’ve never really had much time for superstitions of my own. I believe in treating others as you want to be treated and that hard work pays off.
However there is a part of me drawn to the mystical art of astrology and clairvoyance. I am interested in people’s star signs and have personally noted many correlations. Also, I have always wanted to see a fortune teller. Recently I fulfilled this desire. Sitting in the lobby of a hotel was an Indian man smiling serenely. He was offering a palm reading service. He certainly looked the part, he was dressed in red silk with a red and gold hat, a white scarf and small reading glasses.