by Ben Huberman
You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?
I had met this lady at a recent party. Seeing her at a wedding, I greeted her warmly. The lady looked at me a bit strangely. My smile faltered, as she hesitatingly answered my Salams (greetings).
I kept wondering at myself. Did I know her? Or have I made a mistake?
I was helping myself to food, when a lady rushed to my side, and tried to hug me, plate and all. I managed to retrieve my food filled plate from spilling all over my newly acquired expensive clothes for the occasion. That would have been a disaster if my clothes had been ruined. Once washed they lose their shine, and luster.
Wonders of wonder! It was the same lady, but now smiling at me — not stone faced any longer.
Again, I was mentally tapping my brain at the transformation.
Later on, I was looking for an empty chair to sit, so as to watch the remaining festivities. I came across my acquaintance once more. She made a young girl next to her get up, to free a chair for me.
Next to her was my earlier stone faced lady, who was now attempting to smile at me. I came to realize that there were two of them. They were not twins, but a set of identical looking sisters.