Rajjo’s excitement and happiness was evident in the glitter of her eye as she fussed over Kuljeet. Even though she was not expressive, Kuljeet knew how much it meant to Rajjo for her to come and visit her.

Kuljeet nodded at her companion Devi, who stood at a safe distance, not wanting to intrude. She had the build of a man, but her eyes had the softness of a woman. Her face had strong lines – sharp and firm, complete with a man’s cleft and a strong jaw, but her beautiful silky hair fell in soft waves framing the strong face. Compassion for Rajjo mirrored on her face. Kuljeet was relieved to know if need be this woman would jump into the fire for Rajjo. It comforted her that Rajjo had such a loyal aide around.

As they settled on the couch again, Kuljeet chided her. ‘You were right, Rajjo. Running the God business with corporate finesse is indeed a loss-proof proposition! It’s a money spinner!’ Rajjo laughed at the teasing. Hearing her tinkling laughter, Kuljeet wanted to delay her chat further but the urge to let the beast out strangled Kuljeet. She wanted to delay her talk as much as possible, but the tormented look in her eye gave her away to Rajjo. As Rajjo looked at Kuljeet closely, her smile vanished.

Kuljeet took a deep breath and waded right in. ‘I am scared for you.’ Those were the only words that Kuljeet could manage to utter.

Rajjo felt a strange fear. But without hesitation she stated in a clear voice. ‘I am in love with him.’ Kuljeet saw the tearing pain lurking in her eyes.

‘I won’t tell you what to do. You remember Rani Ma. What was her undoing? Don’t think it was you, Rajjo. ’

The statement hung between them. Kuljeet could see the confusion and battle Rajjo was fighting. It was Rajjo’s choice. Kuljeet knew she wouldn’t be able to help her any further. It was time to leave. Kuljeet had a long journey back home through the eucalyptus groves.

‘I don’t know what to do? What is important?’ she whispered to her friend.

Kuljeet heard herself say, ‘First, the baby loves mother’s milk; second, he learns of his mother and father; third, his brothers, sisters and aunts; fourth, the love of play awakens. Fifth, he runs after food and drink; sixth, in his sexual desire, he does not respect social customs. Seventh, he gathers wealth and dwells in his house; eighth, he becomes angry, and his body is consumed. Ninth, he turns grey, and his breath becomes laboured; tenth, he is cremated, and turns to ashes. His companions send him off, crying out. He came and he went, and now, even his name has died. After he left, food was offered on the leaves, and birds were called to come and eat.’