by Collen Houck
Thoughts of Ren ran through my mind again, and silent tears started streaming down my face once more.
I actually thought of putting Fanindra on my pillow and cuddling her. That was how desperate I was for comfort. I cried myself to sleep, hoping that I would feel better the next day.
I again slept in late the next day and got up feeling hungry and numb. I was emotionally exhausted. I didn’t want to risk going downstairs to get something to eat. I didn’t want to run intohim . I sat on the bed, pulled my knees up to my chest, and wondered what to do.
I decided to write in my journal. I rubbed my hand along its spine while I thought. I spent several hours cataloguing what had happened to me since I’d left the waterfall. Pouring all my thoughts and emotions into its friendly pages helped me feel better,a little .
My stomach growled.I wish I had some of Mr. Kadam’s berry crepes. Something moved at the corner of my vision. I turned and saw a breakfast laid out for me on the little table. I walked over to inspect it.
Crepes with triple berries! My mouth fell open in shock.That’s just tooconvenient. I suddenly remembered that fizzing juice that I had tasted last night. When I wanted something to drink, it had appeared.
I decided to test these strange phenomena. I said out loud, “I would also like some chocolate milk.” A tall glass of chocolate milk materialized out of nowhere. This time, I decided to try tothink something.I wish I had a new pair of shoes. Nothing happened. I voiced, “I wish I had a new pair of shoes.” Still nothing.Maybe it only works with food. I thought,I would like a strawberry milkshake.
A tall glass appeared, full to the brim with a thick strawberry milkshake topped with whipped cream and
a sliced strawberry. What is doing this? The gada? Fanindra? Durga? The Fruit?The Fruit! The Golden Fruit of India! Mr. Kadam had said that through the Golden Fruit, the people of India would be fed. The Golden Fruit providedfood! I took the fruit out of the drawer and held it in my hand as I wished for something else.
“A…radish, please.”
The fruit shimmered and glowed like a golden diamond, and a radish appeared in my free hand. I examined it thoughtfully and then chucked it in my trash can.
I mumbled ironically, “See? EvenI don’t want a radish.”
I immediately wanted to share this exciting news with Ren and ran for the door. I twisted the knob, but then I hesitated. I didn’t want to undo all the things I’d said last night. I meant it about staying friends with
him, but, ironically, I was the one who couldn’t be his friend right now. I needed time to get over him.
I kept telling myself that the love plant hadn’t blossomed yet and that all I had was a really,really bad case of twitterpation. I fervently hoped that saying those words would make them true, so I repeated them over and over in my mind. I decided to wait for Mr. Kadam to come back; then, I would tellhim about the Fruit.
I dug into my crepes and enjoyed my meal…all the more special because it was magical. Then I got dressed and decided to read in my room. After awhile, someone knocked on my door.
“May I come in, Miss Kelsey?” It was Mr. Kadam.
“Yes. The door’s open.”
He entered, shutting the door behind him. He came in and sat down on one of the easy chairs.
“Mr. Kadam, stay right there. I have something to show you!”
I got up excitedly and ran to the dresser. Pulling out the Golden Fruit, I unwrapped it and set it carefully on the table. “Are you hungry?”
He laughed. “No. I just ate.”
“Well…wish for something to eat anyway.”
“Why?”
“Just try it.”
“Alright.” His eyes twinkled. “I wish for a bowl of my mother’s stew.”
The fruit twinkled, and a white bowl appeared in front of us. The tangy aroma of an herbed lamb stew filled the room.
“What is this?”
“Go on, Mr. Kadam, wish for something else. Food, I mean.”
“I wish for a mango yogurt.”
The fruit sparkled again, and a small dish of mango yogurt appeared.
“Don’t you see? It’s the fruit! Itfeeds India. Get it?”
He picked up the fruit carefully. “What an amazing discovery! Have you shared this with Ren?”
I blushed guiltily. “No, not yet. But you go ahead.”
He nodded, stunned, and turned the fruit in his hands, looking at it from all angles.
“Umm…Mr. Kadam? There’s something else I wanted to talk with you about.”
He set the fruit down carefully and gave me his full attention. “Of course, Miss Kelsey. What is it?”
I let out a deep breath. “I think it’s time…for me to go home.”
He sat back in his chair, steepled his hands, and looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. “Why do you believe so?”
“Well…like you said…there’s the Lokesh thing, and there are also other…things.”
“Other…things?”
“Yes.”
“Such as?”
“Such as…well, I don’t want to take advantage of your hospitality forever.”
He scoffed, “Nonsense. You are a member of the family. We owe you an eternal debt, one that can never be repaid. This house is as much yours as it is ours.”
I smiled at him gratefully. “Thank you. It’s not only that, though, it’s also…Ren.”
“Ren? Can you tell me about it?”
I sat on the edge of the couch and opened my mouth to say that I didn’t want to talk about it, but the whole thing came spilling out. Before I knew it, I was crying, and he was sitting next to me patting my hand and comforting me as if he were my grandfather.
He didn’t say a word. He just let me spill out all of the confusion, hurt, and tender new feelings. When I was done, he patted my back while I hiccupped with tears dropping onto my cheeks. He handed me an expensive cloth handkerchief, smiled, and wished for a cup of chamomile tea to give me.
I laughed wetly at his delighted expression as he handed me the tea; then, I blew my nose and calmed down. I was horrified that I had confessed everything to him.What must he think of me? Then another thought pierced my despair:Will he tell Ren?
As if reading my thoughts, he said, “Miss Kelsey, don’t you feel bad about what you have told me.”
I begged, “Please,please don’t tell Ren.”
“Rest assured, I will never break your confidence.” He chuckled. “Iam very good at keeping secrets, my dear. Don’t despair. Life often seems hopeless and too complicated to hammer out a happy result. I only hope I can offer you some of the peace and harmony that you have given to me.”
He sat back and thoughtfully stroked his short beard. “Perhaps itis time for you to go back to Oregon.
You are right that Ren needs time to learn how to be a man again, although not quite in the way you believe.”
He paused for a moment. “Yes. I will help you arrange to go back. Never forget, though, that this home is yours too, and you can always call me at a moment’s notice, and I will bring you back. If it’s not too forward of me, I consider you a daughter.” He laughed. “Or perhaps, granddaughter would be more accurate.”
I smiled at him tremulously, threw my arms around his neck, and sobbed anew on his shoulder. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You are like family to me too. I will miss you terribly.”
He hugged me back. “And I will miss you. Now, enough of tears. Why don’t you go out for a swim and get some fresh air while I make the arrangements.”
I swiped a sparkling tear from my eye. “That’s a good idea. I think I will.”
He squeezed my hand and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
I decided to take his advice, changed into my bathing suit, and headed for the pool. I swam laps for a while, trying to put my energy into something other than my emotions. When I got hungry, I tried wishing
for a club sandwich and one appeared next to the swimming pool.This sure comes in han
dy! I don’t have to even be in the same room! I wonder what the range on that thing is. I ate my sandwich and lay out on a beach towel until my skin got hot, then I hopped back in the pool and floated lazily for a while to cool off.
A tall man walked up and stood by the pool directly in front of the sun. Even shading my eyes, I couldn’t
see his face, but I knew who it was.
I scowled, “Ren! Can’t you leave me alone? I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
The man stepped out of the sun, and I squinted up at him. “You don’t want to see me? And after I came all this way?” He clicked his tongue, “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Someone needs to teach you some manners, Miss.”
I gasped, “Kishan?”
He grinned, “Who else, bilauta?”
I squealed, darted up the pool steps, and rushed over to him. He opened his arms to me and laughed as I gave him a big wet hug.
“I can’t believe you’re here! I’m so glad.”
He looked me up and down with his golden eyes, so different from Ren’s, “Well, if I knew that this was the kind of welcome I’d be getting, I would have come here a lot sooner.”
I laughed. “Stop teasing me. How did you get here? Did you get six hours back too? You have to tell me all about it!”
He raised his hand and chuckled. “Hold on, hold on. First of all, who’s teasing? And secondly, why don’t you go get changed, and we can sit down for a long talk.”
“Okay.” I smiled at him then faltered, “But can we meet out here by the pool?”
He cocked his head, confused, but smiled. “Sure, if you want to. I’ll just wait for you right here.”
“Alright. Don’t move. I’ll be right back!”
I ran up the back steps to my room and quickly showered, got dressed, and brushed out my hair. I also ordered two root beer floats, courtesy of the Golden Fruit, and carried them down with me.
When I got to the pool, he had moved two deck chairs over into the shade and was sitting back and relaxing with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. He was wearing a black T-shirt with jeans, and his feet were bare. I sunk down into the other chair and handed him a root beer float.
“What’s this you’ve brought me?”
“It’s called a root beer float. Try it.”
He took a sip and coughed. I laughed. “Did the bubbles go up your nose?”
“I believe they did. It’s good though. Very sweet. It reminds me of you. Is it from your country?”
“Yes.”
“If I want to answer your questions before nightfall, I guess I’d better get started.”
He took another sip of his root beer and continued, “First, you asked me if I got six hours back. The answer is yes. You know, it’s strange. I’ve been content being a tiger for centuries, but after you and Dhiren visited, I’ve felt…uncomfortablein my black hide. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to be
alive again, not as an animal but as myself.”
“I understand. How did you figure out you had six hours, and how did you get here?”
“I’d been changing to a man every day and had also started sneaking into nearby villages to watch people and see what the modern world offers.” He sighed sadly. “The world has changed much since I was last a part of it.”
I nodded, and he went on, “One day, about a week ago, I’d changed to a man and was watching the children play in the village square. I knew my time was almost up, so I moved back into the jungle and waited for the tremors that come before a change. They didn’t come.
“I waited one hour, then two, and still no change. I knew that something had happened. I walked back through the jungle and waited until I felt the pull of the tiger take over again. I tested myself the next day,
and the next, and the time was the same every day.
“That’s when I knew that you and Ren had been at least partially successful. After that, I returned to the village as a man and asked some people to help me place a call to Mr. Kadam. Someone finally figured out how to reach him, and he drove out to pick me up.”
“Sothat’s where Mr. Kadam was for the last couple of days.”
He looked me up and down then leaned back and sipped his float appreciatively. He raised his glass to me. “I have to say, I hadno idea what I was missing.”
He smiled at me and stretched out his long legs in front of him, crossing them at the ankles.
I said, “Well, I’m glad you’re here. This is your home, and you belong here.”
He looked off soberly in the distance. “I guess it is. For the longest time, I felt I had no spark of humanity in me. My soul was dark. But, you, my dear,” he reached over, took my hand, and kissed it,
“have brought me back into the light again.”
I put my hand lightly on his arm. “You just missed Yesubai, that was all. I don’t believe your soul was dark or that you had lost your humanity. It just takes time to heal when your heart’s been broken like that.”
His eyes twinkled. “Perhaps you are right. Now, tell me of your adventures! Mr. Kadam filled me in on the basics, but I want to hear details.”
I told him about Durga’s weapons, and he expressed a keen interest in the gada in particular. He laughed when I shared the tale of the monkeys attacking Ren and looked at me in horror when I described the Kappa that had almost eaten me. It was easy talking to him. He listened with interest, and I didn’t have any of the nervous butterflies I felt when I talked with Ren.
When I got to the end of the story, I stared at the pool, while Kishan carefully studied my face.
“There’s something else I’m curious about, Kelsey.”
I smiled at him. “Sure, what else do you want to know?”
“What exactly is going on between you and Dhiren?”
A vise clamped down on my chest, but I tried to play it cool. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, are you two more than just traveling companions? Are youtogether ?”
I clipped off a fast, “No. Definitely not.”
He grinned. “Good!” He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Then that means you’re free to go out with me. No girl in her right mind would want to be with Dhiren, anyway. He’s very… stuffy. Cold, as far as relationships go.”
My mouth hung open for a minute, shocked, and then I felt anger shove the shock aside and take over.
“First of all, I amnot going tobe with either one of you. Secondly, a girl would have to be crazynot to want Ren. You’re wrong about him. He’s not stuffy or cold. In fact, he’s considerate, warm, drop-dead gorgeous, dependable, loyal, sweet, and charming.”
He raised an eyebrow and measured me thoughtfully for a minute. I squirmed under his gaze, knowing that I had spoken too quickly and said way too much.
He ventured carefully, “Isee . Perhaps you are right. The Dhiren I know has surely changed in the past couple of hundred years. However, despite that fact, and your insistent claim that you will notbe with either one of us, I would like to propose that we go out and celebrate tonight, if not as my…what is the correct word?
“The word is date.”
“Date. If not as mydate …then as my friend.”
I grimaced.
He continued, pressing his point, “Surely, you won’t leave me to fend for myself on my first night back in
the real world?”
He smiled at me, encouraging my acceptance. I did want to be his friend, but I wasn’t sure what to say to his request. And for just a moment, I wondered how Ren would feel about it and what the consequences might be.
I queried, “Where exactly do you want to go to celebrate?”
“Mr. Kadam said there’s a nightclub in town nearby with dinner and dancing. I thought we could celebrate there, maybe get something to eat, and you can teach me how to dance.”
I laughed nervously. “This is my first time in India, and I don’t know a thing about the dancing or the music here.”
He seemed evenmore delighted by that news. “Fanta
stic! Then we will learn together. I won’t take no for an answer.” He jumped up to rush off.
I yelled, “Wait, Kishan! I don’t even know what to wear!”
He shouted back over his shoulder, “Ask Kadam. He knowseverything !”
He disappeared into the house, and I sunk glumly into a depression. The last thing I wanted to do was try to be happy when I was emotionally wrung dry. I was pleased that Kishan was back and in high spirits though.
In the end, I decided that, although I really didn’t feel like celebrating, I also didn’t want to dampen Kishan’s newfound enthusiasm for life. I leaned over to pick up our discarded root beer glasses and found that they’d disappeared.How awesome was that? Not only did the Golden Fruit provide food, it also did the dishes!
I got up to head back into the house and felt something. Goose bumps stood out on my arms. I looked around, but I didn’t see or hear anything. Then I felt it. Something tugged at me and pulled my eyes up to
the balcony. Ren was standing there, leaning against a pillar with his arms folded across his chest watching me.
I felt an electric sizzle shoot through my body. It jolted the little love plant like a defibrillator and shocked
it alive. The plant wanly stretched out a weak, leafy tendril and stretched its roots, searching for sustenance.
We looked at each other for a minute, not saying anything, but I could feel the air between us shift. It became thick, sultry, and tangible—like when the air changes right before a storm. I could feel its power envelop me as it brushed across my skin. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew a storm was coming.
I closed my eyes and ignored it, continuing on. The sultry air pulled on me like a riptide, trying to suck me back into the vacuum of power Ren had stirred between us. I felt like I had to physically yank myself away from it.
When it finally let me go, a horrible ripping feeling occurred within me, and I spun out into the void alone.
As I walked to my room and closed the door behind me, I could feel his eyes still on me, burning a fiery hole between my shoulder blades. I stiffly entered my dark room, trailing the torn threads of disconnection along behind me.