The winter night was calm. Chandra, the Moon God stopped his chariot for a moment. As the ten steeds caught their breath, He looked down at the clear night sky. “Megha has fallen behind,” he chuckled, thinking of the little goddess who liked to be near him.
Far below him, on a bench in the shadow of a tree, he saw a young couple. They looked up at him and smiled, and he smiled back. He saw the boy cast an amorous glance and the girl laugh playfully. “Go on, young man, kiss the little lady,” Chandra whispered, and the wind carried it to the boy’s ears, and he acquiesced.
“Ah, to be in love; it must be wonderful,” Chandra thought to himself. A few clouds appeared at his feet, and a giggle followed. “There you are, Megha. I thought you’d got lost,” he told the young goddess who appeared near him. She giggled more, and gave him a quick hug.
A flash of light distracted them both. On one of the clouds, stood a little man, who was not much older than Chandra. Wisdom shone in his eyes, but tonight, there was melancholy within. In one hand, there was a scroll and a quill; in the other, an inkpot.
“Greetings, Chitragupt. To what do we owe this pleasure?” Chandra enquired.
“Work to be done, God of the Moon; souls to be taken and kept count of,” replied the keeper of the scroll.
“Surely not here, Chitragupt ji, not tonight… there is no one about but for a young couple in love,” Megha pointed out.
“Alas, young one; it is she who I seek tonight,” Chitragupt replied with a sigh. Hearing his answer, the young goddess began to cry; and the cloud burst too, showering the earth in raindrops.
Near them, in a flash of lightning, appeared another deity.
“Yama, can’t you be merciful? Look at their happiness,” Chandra pleaded with the God of Death.
Yama looked pained. He looked down at the couple as they said their adieus, and parted ways.
“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” the girl’s voice came to them, carried by the wind.
Yama looked at her, then at the three next to him. “If I had a choice, Chandra, I would let her live; let them live, but it is not what is written in this life for them. The scrolls of time had been written when they were born, and it shall have its way. It is out of my hands.”
Below them, voices rang out in despair and panic. A vehicle had ran the girl to the ground, and they saw her in a pool of red; the boy was on his knees a little farther away, and tears were silently sliding down his cheek. Moments later, the girl’s body was on its way to the morgue, and the gathering dispersed. No one noticed the boy, who finally let out a scream of anguish.
As the foursome watched from the clouds, the girl’s soul ascended toward them. When she reached their side, Chandra held her hand. “What is your name, dear one?” he asked.
“What does it matter now, Lord? I left it down there, in his heart, forever,” she replied, looking down at he who was once her life.
“People who are meant to be together will always find their way back to each other. They make take detours in life, but they’re never lost,” remarked Chitragupt. “He will find his way to you soon.”
“Only in our next life, not before… not before,” she replied.
“You’ll be safe till then in Heaven, child,” said Yama. “You will be the star in the sky that guides him, that he looks at with painful, yet fond memories. I know the scrolls of time, what is writ. For this life, he must go on without you.”
She looked at the foursome with sorrow.
“I realize that. I know him well. There is only life in his body now, not his soul. I pray he finds both soon, and I shall be close to him always.”
She walked past the clouds, through a silver gate and entered heaven, knowing every day without her, he would feel like he was entering hell.
Love… strange isn’t it?
(April 6th, 2012)