Harbunchen

Illions Of Tears

One day when Tasha was four I took her to Washington Monument State Park – which is about 30 miles from our home in Frederick. They had some nice hills there that were mostly free of trees. That made it a very nice place for flying kites. After arriving we went straight to the kite flying area with our kite and prepared to make our attempt to get it airborne.

On our way we saw two boys who were dressed up in white outfits that looked Indian. By that I mean from India – not Native American. They stared at us. I think they were interested in the kite flying, so I invited them over to watch. They were brothers.

The older one was named Harbunchen. I don’t recall his brother’s name. They were Sikhs – which is to say from that religious group in India. That, I think, is why the were their hair long and wrapped up. We were quite comfortable with them from the outset. It felt like he has known them for years, even though we had never seen them before. Harbunchen looked to be about 11 or 12 and his brother was probably seven or eight.

Experiences like this inclined me to believe in reincarnation. I think we may know people with whom we are “entangled” in many different relationships in different lives. I wrote a poem about Harbunchen and his brother and our kite-flying experience.