The Night Before Darkness: Part # 2

The girl never used to believe in destiny. She always said, “We make our own karma.” The girl was wrong. God already has written our karma even before we are born. Often, she received some calls from Binu. He was not Binu anymore. He settled down in the USA with a different name and ID. She often told Binu on the phone, “Take care of yourself. Don’t do anything crazy or try not to be a hero. I won’t be there to protect you. Do you go to school or what? Binu told the girl, “Yes, I go to school. I miss you. Everything is here, but I miss the fun we used to have together”.

Binu used to call once a month because he depended on her aunt. Slowly, his calls were reduced to every 2-3 months. Time never waits for anybody. The girl tried to survive alone, but destiny had already knocked at her door. After the soldier died, the girl was also reached in the USA. The childhood best friend and Aunt-nephew were on the same land but in a different part of the country. One morning, the girl played with her little bald son when the phone suddenly rang. Her son’s father handed her the phone, “This call is for you. Your partner in crime”. The girl got excited, “Hey, Binu, how are you?” Binu was also so excited to meet his childhood buddy and partner in crime.

Afterward, Binu called the girl every other day. Both made fun of each other. Sometimes, the girl told Binu, “Hey, let’s talk in our language so nobody can understand what we are talking about.” They often had long conversations in their mother tongue. Her son’s father always asked, “What are you guys talking about?” The girl always teased him. “we talked about you. All the bad things about you”. That was not the truth. She and Binu always shared about their wonderful childhood and how they were when they had played in the farmhouse together.  

One evening, Binu called her. He was so excited, “write a date on your calendar. I am getting married”. The girl said right away, “Who is the unlucky woman getting married to you? Has she seen you?” The girl was already married and had given birth to her bald son. But she was still jealous of Binu for having fair skin while she was darker. At the other end, Binu laughed, “I am not like you stuck in an arranged marriage. This is my love marriage”. 

The girl wanted to attend Binu’s wedding, but she did not want to. Her mom-in-law told her, “You must go to attend his wedding. He is your nephew and your childhood friend”. The girl did not tell the old lady but thought in her mind, “Binu knows me well. he would know right away that I am not happy.” First, the girl thought to take the bald boy with her and never returned again. Then suddenly, her mother’s advice echoed in her brain. She kindly made excuses not to attend the wedding. She told Binu, “Sorry, I won’t be able to attend the wedding as my son is so young.” Binu got married weeks later.

One week after his wedding, suddenly the phone rang again. The girl looked at the caller ID and told her mom-in-law, “Mom, here we go. It is not even one week of his marriage. He is already calling to eat my brain”. The girl answered the phone. She did not say a single word but continued to listen to the phone. The girl turned pale, and she looked like a ghost. She turned off the phone without saying a single word. Her mom asked, “This was a quick call.” The girl hugged her mom-in-law and started to cry, “Mom, it was not my Binu. It was my cousin Binu’s father. Binu is in critical condition and wants to see me”. Mom said, “What happened? He just got married”. The girl held her head and sat down on the floor, praying for her nephew’s well-being. Her mother tried to book the ticket. She was ready to leave home. When the phone rang again, which brought the bad news. On the other side, her cousin cried, “Binu has gone to meet the almighty. My son has gone to the almighty”. The girl could hear her sister-in-law (Binu’s mother) crying hysterically. The girl got so scared, and she refused to go. She refused to attend his partner’s funeral for crime and favorite nephew. Everybody worldwide who knew their family came to attend the funeral. However, the girl refused to attend the funeral. She refused to talk to anybody. Her own mother came from India to attend the funeral of her grandson. Her mother took  Binu’s remains back to her native country. 

This is called destiny. The young man was sent out of his native town so he could be safe. However, it was already written. Binu was killed during the robbery at his own store. The robbers did not only rob the store but also burned Binu. He was 90% burn. He fought for his life for one week, but it was written already. The girl was told that Binu’s face was also totally burned. Binu was a handsome boy. How many girls were attracted to him? Later, the girl never talked to Binu’s parents. Six years later, the girl went to attend the wedding of her other nephew. She left both of her kids with her mom-in-law. She hugged her cousin (Binu’s father) at the airport. Neither he nor the girl talked about Binu.  Both had said many things to each other without saying a single word. Her mom-in-law also had advised her not to cry because there was a wedding at home. Crying for the dead is not a good sign during the happy hours at home. The girl reached her cousin’s home. As she entered the door, her sister-in-law (Binu’s mom) reached toward the girl. She hugged the girl and cried for who knows how long. The girl cried too. Everybody cried when they were there to attend the wedding.

Her sister-in-law was crying and telling the girl, “why did you not come to visit him? He waited for you”. The girl cleaned her sister-in-law’s eyes with her hands and said, “I did not come because there was nothing left for me to come. I was on my way when I heard that he had gone to meet the almighty. You know me. I could tease him to just remind him that he did not have a handsome and fair skin face anymore. The girl stayed with her family for one week. She observed her sister-in-law kept looking at the girl wherever she went. The girl knew that her sister-in-law was trying to find out if her son was somewhere around her. 

Afterward, the girl never visited her cousin’s family. The girl’s own destiny continued making turns, so how she should remember about anybody else. Many decades later, the girl went back to see her ailing mother. As she reached home, her sister-in-law opened the door. The two houses in one complex were the same except for a few demolished rooms except for the old structure. The rest of the house was rebuilt with modern technology. Not to mention, the girl was born when nobody had hope. This was the reason her nephews were the same age as her. 

One evening before, the girl was ready to depart to the Valley. The girl had sat on the rooftop. Everything has changed. Everything looked so crowded. Her sister-in-law came upstairs and talked to the girl, “Do you miss him?”. The girl said suddenly, “Yes, I do miss him. Somehow, all the dead people of this family often visit me in the dream. He comes too”.

Her sister-in-law laughed at her, “they come to you because you are not taking them out of your mind. I guarantee that your mom will never come to your dream”. Both laughed instead of crying, but both had felt pain deep down in their hearts. Finally, the girl told her sister-in-law, “Are you ready to take responsibility for the house when mom leaves?” Her sister in law said, “No, but I have to take responsibility. There are no other options. Did you know that our door was never locked from outside due to your mother?. I don’t think that won’t be the case anymore”?

The girl suddenly thought about it, “You are right. I don’t know if we ever locked our home from the outside. Is the lock still working? Both tried to ignore the real conversation. The girl took responsibility for talking about Binu. They often looked toward the farmhouse while sipping the tea. The girl suddenly said, “Bhabi Ji, do you remember what Binu and I used to do while we were children? The girl saw the light in her sister-in-law’s eyes, “I have two other boys, but I never forget about him.” 

The girl pointed to the 14-foot fence, “I don’t know how many times we had jumped the fence to get out of the house.” Her sister-in-law looked at her with curiosity. The girl continued to say, “Yes, we did many bad things together. He and I locked the neighbor’s house outside because we wanted the neighbor woman to suffer. Who gets up early at 4 am to use the outhouse early the morning? Once Binu and I had compelled our servant to jump the fence because we wanted to give him a hard time. We had beaten the con beggar who used to rob the women telling them all lies about the future. Binu and I have stolen your lipstick. We had colored all buffaloes and cows with your lipsticks when you were gone to the temple. It was I who punctured Binu’s head with a stone. Do you remember when we went to collect the money from the woman the grandma had lent money to, but later she refused to give it back? Binu and I had compelled the woman to return the grandmother’s money. We threatened the woman to take all her cows and buffaloes if she did not return the grandmother’s money. Yes, we were not good kids. We were partners in crime. We did all the good and bad crimes together. 

The girl thought her sister-in-law would get mad or upset at her. But, no, sis-in-law just smiled and said, “Yes, you had also saved him that night.” The girl thought, “No, I did not save him that night. It was destiny. He was born to die at a young age but in a different part of the world. His death was written in the USA, not at his birthplace”. 

So, we really don’t know about the future. Nothing is permanent in this universe. Almighty always changes direction. The person could have hope only, but fate is in the almighty’s hands. It does not matter what you do. It does not matter where you are or who you are. Things will happen but not according to you. It will happen as almighty wishes to do. Who Is You or Me? It is the almighty who makes the decision. 

The girl never visited her cousin again, but she often thinks about the old times. 

Once, she used to think, “The person makes his or her own karma.” However, the slippery slope of her life has changed her view toward destiny, God, and fate.  

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