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Very soon she entered into a state of trance.
"What do you see?"
"I see myself standing in the queue. My feet burning in that heat." She stopped. She looked tired.
"I am fully drenched. My saree is soaked in water and it is weighing me down", she said.
"What kind of a queue is that?"
"I am waiting to fill the two pots with water. I have to hurry. My children must be hungry. He will not give them food. I have to go. But I cant go without the water. And there is a long queue. I feel dizzy. No, I cant feel weak. I have to be strong. For my children. I must wait for my turn."
She spoke hurriedly but her sentences were short. She looked uneasy. Her last 3-4 sentences came almost like a whisper.
"Tell me more. What will you do when you go home? Who all are there at your home?"
"Sulekha and Ram, my two children. And he will also be there. Sitting in the room, drinking. I must hurry. Or else he will beat me up. He will beat the children too."
"Why does he beat you?"
"Because I dont give him the money." She looked worried. And then she started talking again, "If I do, then he will drink more. There will be no food for us then. My children will go hungry."
"Why don't you leave him then?"
"No, I cannot do that. I have no one in this world. I will not have a place to live. Where will my children live."
"How old are you? How old are your children?"
"I am 17. Sulekha is 5 and Ram is 3."
She was again silent. I asked her to go ahead and progress in that lifetime.
"My husband died. We are going to burn his body. My children dont want that. They want to throw his body in that big field outside our village. The birds will eat him. But I cant tell them that the villagers will not let that happen."
"What will happen after that?, I aksed her.
She was silent. I could see tears coming from the corner of her eyes.
I grew worried. I wanted to take her out of this trance but I was still curious what will happen to her. I had to know. She was my patient. And I had hypnotised her at my own risk. I had no clue as to which lifetime had she traversed into. I quitely waited for her to speak. But she did not. She was sobbing. I didnt know what to do. She had agreed to be hypnotised. But none of knew that she would go back in time to one of the lifetimes that she had already lived.
I decided to take her out of this state but then suddenly she spoke, "I don't know what will happen to my children. I am scared."
"Why are you scared? You will go back to them after the funeral."
"No, I will not. I will be burnt with his dead body."
"Sati," she said meekly.