Dakshineshwar
Biswada
approached the door and switched the biometric lock on active mode. His body
was scanned and his retinal code was matched. The door opened. Biswada spoke on
the door.
“Guest. Name RajatBabu. “
There
were clicks from the cameras on the door. The lock device showed that Rajat was
cleared to enter. Rajat entered into a tastefully decorated lobby.
“How
is it so clean, Biswada?” Rajat was amused that it was spotless though there was no servant in the house.
“Oh!
That’s because of the robotic cleaners. They are timed.” Biswada answered.
Rajat
heard the voice of a child from one of the rooms upstairs. It was a soft voice:
“five
ones are five….five twos are ten…five threes are fifteen….” It went on.
They
moved upstairs. There was a soft yellow glow coming from one of the rooms –
from which the voice seemed to be coming. Biswada rushed toward the room.
A
child was sitting on the chair with back toward the door – studying from the
book kept on the table.. Biswada ran toward him – “Son!” He cried.
The
boy jumped from the chair – “Father!” He said
Biswada
took the kids hands and pressed them lovingly. The child jumped suddenly with a
loud shriek – “ohhh! It hurts father.”
The
palms were bleeding right in the middle. It suddenly reminded Rajat of
something.
The
boy turned around. Rajat froze for a moment.
“Vibhu!”
He cried in horror. He immediately turned to Biswada. “Biswada come and run. At
once! He is no son of yours. He is a demon. He haunts the crematoria as a
crying boy. Let’s go Biswada.”
Biswada
seemed both shocked and angry. He was about to say something when Vibhu stopped
him. He said to Rajat:
“Pankaj.
You may be right in your way about me. But I am no demon. I have just come on
the insistence of my gurus. Your friend is my friend. He is with me all the
time, and as mother said –he is at peace. He is happy. I am the one who feels
his agony all the time.”
Rajat
looked at him. Suddenly there was a sound from the entrance.
All
of them rushed toward the main enterance. There were four young boys – hardly
six years of age and stark naked. – the Sanat Kumars.
“Rajat.”
, spoke one of them. “Learn it that Vibhu is not wrong. As for you, go with
him. He’ll take you where things would be clearer.”
“Go
with him.” They said in unison, and vanished.
There was nothing, but a blurred
echo - “Harisharanam”.
It
was about time in which a cow could be milked. The Kumars never stay at a place
longer than that, lest they might develop an attachment with the world! They
are not of this world.
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