12-07-2022, 08:08 PM
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Part - XVII
My heart twitched. I got worried about my father’s fate. Fortunately, at that time my dad was left alone in the room. I quickly changed my place and followed swamiji and a lawyer who were moving to his personal hut. I was scared as hell. But knowing their plan was critical to save our family.
It didn’t take me much time to find a proper hiding place. I had witnessed my mummy getting spoiled from that vent only. The new conspiracy was being planned, and my hopes were collapsing.
The cunning lawyer put forward the craziest plan; even swamiji looked stunned and pleased by this. My baby brother was to go missing (actually killed and buried); and dad was to be blamed and jailed for that. Their first obstacle is dealt with! Also, this way the only evidence of Swamiji’s and my mother’s sexual relations was to be cleared. So, if going ahead, even if Acharyaji or security officer try to probe further, DNA test won’t be possible. And third and probably the thing for which swamiji was very much happy: dad would lose whatever respect mummy had for him. She had already left dad for the kid and when she would know that dad had kidnapped and probably harmed the kid, she would never turn back to him.
I understood then and there only that we have lost to swamiji. Next day, I just had to play a helpless observer of the execution of this cruel, ruthless plan.
And it happened more or less the way the lawyer anticipated. Everybody was shocked by the news of the disappearance of the kid. My mummy’s eyes were swollen due to crying. And can’t tell you how shocking it was for me when she attacked dad when security officer were taking him to a jeep. My dad was helplessly trying to convince her he has done nothing but mummy was holding him by collar and madly slapping him asking for the kid.
Acharyaji and his disciple looked confused and asked mummy that she should not worry and take some rest. And they won’t be asking her or me any questions right now. But she looked as angry as she was hurt. She herself said that all the fault is with her sceptical husband, my dad. And swamiji was, and will remain her idol, her guru. Not only this, she wanted to spend the rest of her life in the service of swamiji and ashram.
How can I miss the faint cunning smile appearing on swamiji’s face. I had gone through so many turmoils but this was unbearable for me. I always felt pity for the mummy. But for the first time I felt anger for her. I didn’t want to stay here. Not at any cost. I was not sure where I would go, but I wanted to get away from this dirt. Having gone through all this, I didn’t had courage to see my mummy warming bed of swamiji rest of the life; the same man who once bangd her, who separated her from our family, who killed their child as well and now who had also send my dad to jail.
As I was standing cold like a statue, I sensed a loving, calm hand caressing my head. I turned back to see Acharyaji with his convincing smile. “You have a bright future ahead, son.” He warmly said.
Somehow I couldn’t control tears rolling out of my eyes and I fell to his legs to take his blessing. I had made up my mind to run away to some other place and create a life for myself.
My heart twitched. I got worried about my father’s fate. Fortunately, at that time my dad was left alone in the room. I quickly changed my place and followed swamiji and a lawyer who were moving to his personal hut. I was scared as hell. But knowing their plan was critical to save our family.
It didn’t take me much time to find a proper hiding place. I had witnessed my mummy getting spoiled from that vent only. The new conspiracy was being planned, and my hopes were collapsing.
The cunning lawyer put forward the craziest plan; even swamiji looked stunned and pleased by this. My baby brother was to go missing (actually killed and buried); and dad was to be blamed and jailed for that. Their first obstacle is dealt with! Also, this way the only evidence of Swamiji’s and my mother’s sexual relations was to be cleared. So, if going ahead, even if Acharyaji or security officer try to probe further, DNA test won’t be possible. And third and probably the thing for which swamiji was very much happy: dad would lose whatever respect mummy had for him. She had already left dad for the kid and when she would know that dad had kidnapped and probably harmed the kid, she would never turn back to him.
I understood then and there only that we have lost to swamiji. Next day, I just had to play a helpless observer of the execution of this cruel, ruthless plan.
And it happened more or less the way the lawyer anticipated. Everybody was shocked by the news of the disappearance of the kid. My mummy’s eyes were swollen due to crying. And can’t tell you how shocking it was for me when she attacked dad when security officer were taking him to a jeep. My dad was helplessly trying to convince her he has done nothing but mummy was holding him by collar and madly slapping him asking for the kid.
Acharyaji and his disciple looked confused and asked mummy that she should not worry and take some rest. And they won’t be asking her or me any questions right now. But she looked as angry as she was hurt. She herself said that all the fault is with her sceptical husband, my dad. And swamiji was, and will remain her idol, her guru. Not only this, she wanted to spend the rest of her life in the service of swamiji and ashram.
How can I miss the faint cunning smile appearing on swamiji’s face. I had gone through so many turmoils but this was unbearable for me. I always felt pity for the mummy. But for the first time I felt anger for her. I didn’t want to stay here. Not at any cost. I was not sure where I would go, but I wanted to get away from this dirt. Having gone through all this, I didn’t had courage to see my mummy warming bed of swamiji rest of the life; the same man who once bangd her, who separated her from our family, who killed their child as well and now who had also send my dad to jail.
As I was standing cold like a statue, I sensed a loving, calm hand caressing my head. I turned back to see Acharyaji with his convincing smile. “You have a bright future ahead, son.” He warmly said.
Somehow I couldn’t control tears rolling out of my eyes and I fell to his legs to take his blessing. I had made up my mind to run away to some other place and create a life for myself.
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