NOTE: To read the previous chapter, please click here. This story, goes to my alter ego. Each one of us has one. And that alter ego is a total opposite of us. Mine almost became myself.
“As she has planted, so does she harvest; such is the field of karma.”
-The Shri Guru Granth Sahib
~The Field of Karma~
She stood facing him in his study room. He sat at his desk, facing her, staring at her.
Amrit held the gun tightly in her hands. There was a moment of silence before the conversation began.
“Think it over, Amrit” her father spoke. He was calm and concentrated. Amrit, on the other hand, was the opposite. She shook and stammered as she spoke.
“You lied..” she said. “You lied about everything. About me, about my father, about my mother and about yourself… The detective had proof. He showed me the proof! I saw them for myself!”
“I… I had no choice”
“You had a choice! And yet you chose to lie! You lied about everything!” She screamed.
Her father kept silent.
“Amrit, if you were in my position, you would have done the same too.”
Amrit held the gun to his face, her hands shaking. “Liar..” She shook her head and said, “Liar!”
There was silence again as both of them reflected on the words uttered by Amrit. True, he did lie to her, but it was for her own good. He loved her as her own, it’s just that fate has it’s own weird way of bringing the past back to you. And now, the past had come. It was facing him in the form of his daughter.
Amrit swallowed as she adjusted her hands, the gun still pointing at her father’s face.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this..” she said.
“Then do what you think is right”
I still remember that day clearly. The both of us had a walk in the park and we came across an ice cream vendor. She wanted a strawberry flavored one, that’s her favorite, but the vendor said all he had was vanilla.
She started to cry and never stopped until we drove and found a shop that sold Strawberry flavored ice creams.
The moment she held the ice cream in her hands, she stopped crying and there was this sudden feeling of peace. It enveloped me and I knew she was the source of me still alive in this dastardly world. She started to laugh.
It was the most beautiful moment. Ever.
I was in the car today and she ran over to me. I wound down the window of the car and she peered into it with her tiny head inside, looked at me and asked, “Daddy, what do you do?”
I paused for a moment, my mind blurred and I couldn’t answer her. She asked again, “Lisa’s dad is a fireman. What are you Daddy?”
I closed my eyes and opened them again.
“I’m a Businessman, Amrit. A Businessman” That was my first lie to her as her father.
“The past would haunt you someday, son.” The Giani spoke as he held my hand. I knew what he was saying is true but I was like a moth, lured to the scorching heat and brightness of the fire. I was lustful for power. Full of hatred and revenge.
And like the fly, I was stuck to the tongue of the toad. It was too late to get out of it now. I just have to lay still and wait for the toad to roll it’s tongue back.
And how the time had passed. The toad had rolled it’s tongue and it was on the verge of swallowing me.
“Amrit, do you think Daddy’s a good man?”
She looked at me in the eye as I held her tiny hands. And she said, “Yes you are, Daddy. You protect people.”
Jet closed his eyes. His moment of truth had come. His time to meet his creator had arrived. He smiled. And as he smiled, he hears the sound of gunshot and split seconds later, he feels his head blowing into pieces as he flew back from his chair, rolling onto the floor. He felt himself going lifeless, and he could sense the darkness creeping in.
In that moment of darkness, he remembers his past. He remembers his mother. He remembers his father. Balbir. Amrit…
He remembers the moment he sees Amrit for the first time in the burning apartment. How he had lovingly adopted her. Brought her up. How from a stranger, they both formed a beautiful father and daughter relationship.
And how fate had to just take it away…
His left eye went blind and his right eye was losing it’s focus. He could feel cold liquid oozing from his head. He forgot who he was and where he was. He forgot how to speak. He felt like saying something, but all he could do was mumble.
He forgot what had happened. In fact, death made him forget to live. Death wiped away his pride, his pangs of sadness, his jealousy and the scorching fire of revenge. Death made him, himself again.
Jet closed his eyes. His story was over.