‘So now, what’s next on the agenda?’
The voice at his side was soft when the answer came. He had warned all his assistants not to startle him with sudden loud noises; it could have disastrous consequences for all involved. Accordingly, the young man at his side spoke slowly and softly.
‘The destiny of the principal of St. Mary’s Convent in Agartala, sir.’
‘Hmm. What has his record been like? All good, I hope?’
There was a fluttery sound as his assitant riffled through the papers he held, no doubt, pinned up in a clipboard.
‘Aside from the usual transgressions of petty lies and minor deceits, he has not committed any major evil deeds, sir.’
‘Well then, I think we can afford to award him some happiness. Let the last ten years of his life be spent with friends and family, with whatever small material comforts are due to him.’
‘And make a note – we’ll have to make sure he goes to Swargam, instead of Narkam. Tie it up with Pushan’s assistant. My brother won’t remember it himself, he’s too busy.’
Satisfied, he nodded the assistant away as he leaned back in his chair. As the ancient god of wealth and destiny, Bhaga awarded human beings the fruits of their actions when on earth. As befitted a god of destiny, Bhaga took his duties very seriously, spending most of his morning listening to his assistant recount the deeds of each human he was to judge.
When people on earth wonder why good things happen to bad people, why the corrupt retain their money while the poor suffer – you can be sure that destiny will eventually claim its own.
Bhaga makes sure of it.
From the halls of a tyrant enamoured of a dancing girl with a deadly secret, to a village where the unquiet dead are exorcised with food, to moonlit forests where goddesses meet with demons, this collection of twenty two short stories serves up tales from Indian mythology—with a twist.
[music| In my head – Sinnerman: Nina Simone]