Enough of sadness. What for? He celebrated life. He made my life unique. There was never a day in our life after he was born that we were not having anything to do. Here is one incident which made him unique in his own way. Strangely, it was not me who remembered this. But it was in his letters to me.
While we were living in Patna, one day it was raining very hard. Suddenly from somewhere a Sadhu came to our house. He was screaming on the street that there is a boy born in this lane whose destiny is totally different from others.
Some superstitious ladies in our lane pointed him to our house. He simply entered our house and without waiting for an invitation came inside our house. My grandma became very scared since she believed that these kind of Sadhu's are not to be messed with.
The Sadhu ordered the child to be brought in front of him. After seeing the baby he said that there is a mark of a moon in his thighs. Skeptic me mom looked in the thigh and yes it was there!
The Sadhu told that this boy is born under strange stars and his life would be different. I remember my family asking him how different. But he clamped up. He just said it would be different.
I remember everyone contemplating how it could be different. Some said he would be in politics while others argued he would be a film star. But looking at his cute face I surely felt he would be different.
How I wish today I get hold of that Sadhu so that I could ask him why he was so mysterious. If he knew that Reuben was different why did he not warn us in what way? Maybe ...just maybe things would be different.
