A Metamorphosis! Part 2
However, little did I know as we drove to the cabin laughing, the adventures and horrors that awaited us in my ancestral land.
Everything was exploding within me. My face was fully covered in thick masses of hair. My frame was so large that I had to hold my chest in to stop my body exploding out of the sides of the little car. The laughter stopped as I cried inwardly at this great ordeal and transformation.
I turned to Tom, who was staring ahead on the hilly dusty dirt road,
"It's getting worse, look at me!"
He did not turn towards me, and I knew he had seen the gross change in my appearance. His tears welled and he held my hand and said,
"You have to bear this. God has a reason for this madness."
I cried and muttered, as something strange was happening to my tongue, which became longer and seemed to swish my speech as I spoke,
"I can't even talk, sh, sh, shrr, please help me." I was now hissing, and poor Tom couldn't understand what I was saying.
We stopped at the next store on this lonely endless road for supplies as we had another four hundred mile drive before we reached our destination. We could see a group of people huddled by the side of the shop staring at our vehicle. Their bulging eyes stared directly at me with a glaze and glint of fear stabbing into the depths of my being.
I could see a spit of anger in Tom's eyes as he said,
"I was able to bring a gun that I concealed in my luggage. If these bastards try to take us down, I will give them a good fight."
I cried out,
"No, Tom. This isn't right as my hands or was it claws, clutched the Bhagvad Gita and the Bible tight, but I knew in my mind; he was right. I was a monster, and men will kill whatever appeared vile and ugly. I was a depravity, and my survival depended on Tom!
Tom donned a blanket over the top half of my body so the men could not see me. Through a chink in the cloth, I could see the sun reflecting its yellow light on the silver blades of the knives that these men had pulled out. I was frozen with fear.
Tom jumped out of the car as the men were ten feet from the car, and I could hear his guise. Tom had knowledge of a handful of spoken Hindi, and he shouted out in that language,
"Hey guys, the man in my car is very ill. I believe he's turning into a leper and is very infectious. Where is the nearest hospital?"
Brilliant! It bloody worked as I saw them run back to the store. We both knew we had to get out of there fast before they figured out this was a ruse. We would have to get our supplies from the next shop which was about two hundred miles away.
As we drove on, I kept thinking about the essay I wrote at University in my Philosophy class. The words sprung to my mind as if I wrote it yesterday,
"The diverse religions of this world hold, only one truth and that truth is that God, whether it is Christ, Krishna, Mohammad or Buddha, is there for us as the truth is about God's Eternal Kindness and Morality for every race in this world."
Sweat permeated the two scripture books I held, and inwardly I cried. There was a deep ache in my heart. I was not a bad man; I was a good gentle man who believed in God and kindness. Why was this happening to me?
Tom somehow knew what I was thinking and said,
"Come on, old friend, cheer up." He turned the radio up, patted my back, and we smiled as we listened to an old Beatles song, "Hey Jude," continuing our journey through this mysterious and unknown land.
END OF PART 2