when kumar meets his karma

Continuation

The love potion works
The kumari is so love smitten that she is unable to carry out her religious duties.
her mind is so clouded by images of kumat that she loses her ability of prophecy.
her devotees carry her on a sedan chair so that her feet will not be defiled by dirt and dust and impurities of the earth.They bribe her with the best aroma filled laddhu and gold leafed sweets in return for her third eye vision."Tell me who my future wife will be like?" " Should I sell my farm to work in Hong Kong?" they pleaded but she was not her usual self.She giggled and looked coy as she was of all things love struck.Her devotees worshipped the ground she walked on but dear kumari's head was up in the clouds.

one night,kumar smuggled into the temple and holding her hands smuggled her out .They ran as fast as possible until they couldn't catch their breadth .Onto a taxi they hopped and ran away as lovers do to the farm in the remote Pokhara.

The Kumari hadn't foreseen the devastating earthquake that nearly flattened Kathmandu.Love saved her as even the temple she resided in collapsed like a pack of cards.Death and loss lingered and lurked in every corner as not even the gods could predict the earthquake



Ah reality began to sink in when kumar realised that kumaris are goddesses with feet of clay.
She turned into a sharp tongued wife,berating him for making her slave away in the hot kitchen while he ploughed the field and did all the back breaking work of walking miles to fetch water from a well.She refused to touch the broom as it defiled her "purity".She berated him with sharp words when he couldnt afford to buy her laddhu and gulai jamun .She whined "The villagers especially those wrinkled old cow are calling me names like Mrs K who cannot get her hands dirty",Mrs K ,get down to earth,they sneered and smirked.The male folks blamed her for causing the earth to be angry as she had abandoned the gods for the sake of the mortal.

unable to take it any more,she listened to the sweet nothings of the well dressed and heavily perfumed neighbour Mr  Govinder .He smuggled her the kohl which she used to draw her eyelids,he even let her watch his Bollywoood movies when her husband was away ploughing and weeding in the hot sun.

Five months later,she had disappeared and the neighbour Mr Gobinder was no longer around.Gossips abound in the small village that they had eloped to another country,Some said Mr Gobinder was a rich ass who swindled young girls and sold them to the brothels in New Delhi.

As for Kumar,the heart broken husband sold the farm and bought a plane ticket to Kuala Lumpur. He works as an usher in a stand alone Lotus Cinema, drowning himself in sorrow at night with illicit moonshine and toddy and wtaching old reruns of glitsy actresses and Bollywood rags for riches story that sucked his beloved Kumari into the screens of illusion.