Kirti opened the door. Joy Uncle’s voice boomed, “Who is it?”
‘It is me’, she said.
‘Ahh Kittu, come here’, he said.
By here she knew that he meant his terrace garden. She found hm tending to a tiny sapling.
Joy knew that something was wrong otherwise Kittu would not have come to him in the morning hours of a working day. ‘Looking good’, he said, although he could make out that she had not slept well the previous night. Her eyes looked strained and there were dark circles.
‘No, I am not, Uncle’, she said. Joy did not ask anything. Kirti was his dearest friend Anil’s daughter. Their children had grown up together and since Anil’s death he had been the guiding force for Ajay’s children and even done Kirti’s kanyadaan.
Kirti had always been an independent child. Strong and outspoken, her only follies were that she expected everyone to agree to her viewpoints, also she was a bit stubborn.
And he knew that if today she had come to him, it meant that there were tensions at home, tensions with Ajay her husband.
‘We had a terrible argument yesterday, she began, ‘He has changed a lot Uncle. I mean he does not help at home at all. Leave that, I can manage on my own or else keep a full-time help. But he does not even spend time with our kid. I mean Akshay needs to spend time with his father. And to top it all he bosses around the whole time’.
Joy was silent. Ajay was basically a good chap but then his ego ran a bit on the high side too. Well whose ego didn’t nowadays. Maybe after experiencing Kirti’s bossiness all these days, he had decided to give her back in her own way. But yes he should spend time with Akshay. ‘For that I will have to speak to Ajay’, he thought.
”Uncle’, Kirti said, ‘WHAT are you doing?’, she said, irritated on not getting a reply.
‘Do you see this sapling Kirti’, Joy said, ‘it is so small and yet it can withstand a strong wind. Why you know?’, and without bothering to wait for a reply, he continued, ‘ Because it bends with the wind rather than fight it’.
Kirti knew that Joy was answering her in his non obtrusive style. Yes Ajay was aggressive when she was commanding. Sometimes when she was really tired, she would not have to ask but he would come to help her without her asking him. ‘But what if there is a real strong wind or a storm’. ‘Then, this gardener will just move the sapling inside the house’, joy smiled and answered.
Kirti smiled back, it meant that if the situation worsened Uncle would always be at her side. That was reassuring.
‘Thanks Joy Uncle’, she said
‘Aww thats alright. Hasn’t Krishna said in the Bhagvad Gita :
tad viddhi pranipatena pariprasnena sevaya
upadeksyanti te jnanam jnaninas tattva-darsinah
(Just try to learn the truth by approaching a spiritual master. Inquire from him submissively and render service unto him. The self-realized soul can impart knowledge unto you because he has seen the truth.)
‘So does that mean that you are my spirital master?’, she asked.
Joy rose to his feet and stood at his 6 feet 3 inches glory. Putting his hands on his hips he said, ‘Ain’t I?’
And they both burst out laughing.
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Shloka translation courtesy asitis.com