I have no memory of how that previous life of mine ended. After the images of the maulshri mansion, the only scene that still flashes throu...
I have no memory of how that previous life of mine ended. After the images of the maulshri mansion, the only scene that still flashes through my mind occasionally is that of an unknown rider on horseback stifling the scream of a little girl and the dark night reverberating with the sounds of galloping hooves. Later, an angry male voice crying out in pain and someone swearing out loud.
Did the struggling little creature bite into his fist? Then, that impenetrable darkness of ice-cold water, stamping out consciousness follows. Was I playing the role of that little girl on the last night of my previous life?
No one ever gave me the details of exactly what took place that night; neither Jaddu Baba nor Ketki or anyone else. Pandijju did drop a hint once, in a roundabout manner: “Ruup, you’re truly the daughter of Reva Maiyaa, she’s the one who gave you a new life.” Then his gaze suddenly turned inward, as though whatever he had intended to add was best left unsaid.
It wasn’t that I did not try to find out about the cataclysmic change in my circumstances. I did, but no one seemed willing to discuss it.
Eight years have passed...
