Self Study

I did not feel the least surprised that an amateur palmist should have been accurate in some of his guesses. It was the nature of the place, not the science of palmistry, that had once again brought up the question of who I was and who I had been and what I would become. After all, Sema had given me a new identity card in Kohima. Perhaps prolonged self-scrutiny was the price one paid for the freedom of a new identity.

Surface, by Siddartha Debb