Karma Never Forgets

 

In my sixty years of existence, I’ve never been as happy as I am today. My grandson is meeting me, after all! It’s a little sad at the same time. The fact that I can’t meet my grandson like other grans. Above all of that, the fact that I came to know about his where-abouts via my agents. Such a pity. Brings me back to the day when my Daughter was two...when her dad and I had a really bad fight. That dude wanted me to stop dealing drugs. How could I possibly have done that? And what was his income again? Zero. We’d have gone broke if not for the drugs. He said he’d expose me- big mistake. He did something that really pissed me off, you know? I kicked him real bad. Served him well. But who’d have known he was too weak to take that?

 

I spent the rest of the years in jail and my daughter was taken away from me even before I could give her a part of my brain. And today, she’s in town again. After about twenty-two years. I’m out of prison too. Waiting for my grandson, so he can stay with me and help in the business. I genuinely need someone trustworthy. And what’s better than my own blood? The thought itself gets me so excited. Everything is preplanned.

 

I’ve sent my men to receive the twosome at the airport. They’ll probably be on their way...or...hang on, who’s that boy panting?

I cover my face and go closer to the window to have a better look. A young lady is comforting her son and telling him that it isn’t safe to take him to the city side since there are goons there. Oh, my daughter. “Goons”! Seriously? She’s the one others shall be scared of! She’s my daughter after all.

I let her leave, she’s literally of no use to me. Scaredy cat.

After she’s gone, I come close enough to my grandson for him to see me. 

He’s still panting.

 

“Hey, young lad, sup?”

 

Silence.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Pu---Pu---Pump” he says in three steps. Oh, he has the breathing issues too...no doubt. I rushed towards my house after asking the boy to follow me. I knew I had the pump and I also knew this boy urgently needed one. While we were on our way back home, his panting intensified. I really hadn’t seen that coming. I wasn’t willing to lose my grandson as soon as I had him. But at this stage, if I didn’t get him the pump in ten minutes, I might as well need to.   

  

When I was just a narrow road away from my house, I asked him to stay back. He couldn’t afford to drain more of his energy. And I couldn’t afford to waste any time. So I made my run to the road- Big mistake. A merciless car coming towards me as fast as possible was the last thing I remembered. “The pump” I tried to tell the lady who came out of the car. I even gestured towards the boy...she probably didn’t take the clue and instead did something I’d only expect from my daughter. I hope she heard my last words clearly though.

 

“Karma never forgets”

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2.

I am driving helplessly, trying not to think of Noah’s face craving air. What kind of a mom am I, who forgot to get what her child cannot live without. It feels like the greatest failure ever. I feel like a failure. A failure mom. Who’s gonna be the reason her son might not make it. The bitter fact hurts me like a million arrows except, I’m not dead yet...I have to live with the wounds forever.

 

I haven’t even reached the city yet when my car feels a sudden jerk. Speed breakers are nowhere on this road, I am well aware. I get up from the driver’s seat to have a better look at what’s stopping the car on its tracks. Rain drops cover the lenses of my specs in no time but I’m glad that prevented me from seeing the details. The details of what all was squashed from which a dark red pool was made mid road right in front of my car. 

 

I kneeled closer to have a better look. It was an old lady, now nearly unconscious. She was trying to tell me something. She gestured towards a house on the other side of the road and mouthed something only she understood. I sure was scared to death, but my presence of mind played its role, nevertheless. Nobody saw my car hit her, at least in the range of 500 metres. If I ran now, maybe I could...

 

There were no second thoughts. I was either saving this lady who I just met, or going to the city side to get that pump which would save my son. The decision had to be made instantly. This or that. Him or her. Accident or...Murder. Except, my reflexes did the decision making for me already as I choked the lady and whispered in her ears, “You saw nothing”.

 

It was hard to look at her face go pale and red but I didn’t have to, for too long. She went motionless quite easily and I drove from over her. It was just for my son, my family, I told myself. It wasn’t an option, it was the only option.  

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You know how the saying goes, Karma never forgets an address

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