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“There are two kinds of people in this world,” Biji said eventually. “Those who find it easy and natural to justify their own actions, no matter how those actions affect the world around them...”
More tinkling of china.
“And those for whom any kind of injustice or ill-gotten gain is painful. They would rather live in honest poverty than in palaces built on the pain or loss of those less fortunate than themselves.”
“Oh, here we go.” Mom heaved a sigh filled with so much exasperation that we could hear it where we stood. Definitely losing her shit. “Time to attack the wealthy. Biji, I really don’t have ti—”
Biji spoke over her. “Priya belongs to the second group. And there is nothing you or anyone can do to change that.”
“And her education? What about her future?”
“She will return with you to finish her education, of course,” Biji said. “But I have a feeling her career choice will not be one you would choose for her.”
“She’s decided on some noble pursuit, is that it?” Mom had a talent for injecting disgust into any phrase, no matter how positive. It was enough to motivate very noble pursuits, indeed. “And you actually think this sudden drive to righteousness will finally satisfy her? That after cleaning off the stains of our money she won’t be angry all the time?”
“She’s angry for one simple reason,” Biji said. “She’s angry because money is a poor substitute for faith.”
“Oh, faith!” New heights of disgust had been reached. Congratulations, Mom.
They fell silent. I imagined Biji smiling her mischievous smile.
“Look at that,” she said, her voice bright, clearly changing the subject. “Today the sky is such a clear blue, isn’t it? It is truly amazing how storms can strike, devastating the world beneath them, and then one day they simply pass away, leaving new life in their wake. And as the seasons pass, we watch what has become withered and old die back, making room for new growth, continuing the endless cycle of birth and death.”
I waited for Mom to answer, but she said nothing.
“I learned a new lesson recently,” Biji continued. “Just because something is gone, left in the ashes of the past...doesn’t mean it has to be forgotten. All life has one thing in common. The plants, the trees, down to every insect. That is the capacity to evolve. To learn from mistakes, to do better, to be a better version of itself.”
Biji spoke to me, not my mother, and I nodded just as if she could see me.
Maybe there didn’t need to be some cosmic plan to anything. Maybe simply living--really living--was enough.
After a few minutes, we heard the downstairs door open, and Namrita said something in rapid Punjabi to Biji, and they went inside.
I reached out and closed the window.
My tears were dry, and I found that I couldn’t stop smiling. Mom would always be Mom. Protective and caring in her own distant way, but definitely belonging to that first group Biji described.
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