WHEN I was a boy, living not far from our residence was “Temple Thatha” or Jack Pillay.
From a small, dark room with blackened ceiling, he was in the business of fortune telling.
There would be long queues of people outside his modest rented house. They had come to either be “blessed” because of some misfortune that had befallen them or to receive information from a stranger about their own life.
When will I get a job? Why am I not having career growth? Why is my daughter not landing a suitor? Why is my son frequently ill? When will my bad luck end? Who is causing misery in my house?
It was the way in which