Amber was a handful. She was like a bird of paradise that had landed in a dove’s nest. Her middle aged professor parents were rather bemused, at this unplanned delivery by Mr. Stork. Two older sons were doctors and one was a psychologist. Their New York home had been turned upside down by Amber!
Amber had red hair and emerald green eyes and a boyish body to match.
Her curly top was unmanageable and to tame it brought tears in her stormy green eyes. She was volatile by nature and teetered between one crisis and another. Her rages crested like boiling milk and subsided as quickly. Professors Malloy were certain she was their reincarnated great aunt Tillie as Amber was her spitting image. Dougie, Tom and Mike adored their little sister and were her adoring slaves. Amber tried her best to ape her elder brothers and was good in all sports and could chug beer like them. Everyone made fun of her pug nose but her gamin face with high cheekbones and wide forehead offset it well. She’d say that having been punched in growing years that was to be expected!
Amber was four years old when the family went to Cape Cod for summer vacation. That is when her dreams began. Every night she would wake up screaming. In the dream she would appear to be drowning and beg for help. The whole family was in a tizzy. Quickly they gave her sweet chamomile tea to calm her down. On return to New York, the psychologist brother tried to speak to her and get to know what was going on in her mind but was at a loss as he had known her all of her four years and no untoward incident came to mind. He prescribed a very mild sedative for such episodes.
At twenty Amber was a world class painter and once the professors had discovered her talent, sky was the limit. They had all encouraged her every step of the way and she had become a name in the city and state. There was a brooding quality in her paintings with incredible floral designs evocative of magical Arabian deserts and the Sirocco. She seemed like a turbulent semi tragic mix of an Irish beauty with elements of the desert wind and sandstorms swirling within. She had been to Paris and Italy and the artist colonies in the California coast to hone her talent.
There was a great buzz in the fine arts world about the incredible Sculpture from India by an upcoming painter Neil Sindhwani. Amber was eager to have a look too. She entered the circular Guggenheim Museum where the exhibition was being held and gradually made her way to the winning entry. On seeing the lovers she turned to stone! She knew these faces! They tormented her every time she had those awful dreams. She had to meet this Neil guy and get to the bottom of this mystery.
The whole Malloy clan saw the masterpiece sculpture and was enchanted by it. Knowing that their beloved Amber had experienced a déjà vu moment, they decided it merited investigation. Luckily the sculptor Neil Sindhwani was in New York to receive the prize. They invited him for dinner. Neil was intrigued and decided to accept.
Amber was wearing her favorite green dress that offset her eyes and she looked fetching in her sheath dress. Neil was captivated upon seeing her. He too felt he had known her forever and at the cost of being rude, he had eyes only for her. Amber felt the same pull. Dougie the psychologist decided to get to the bottom of this mutual attraction.
All preparations had been made and Amber was hypnotized and regressed. As she was led further and further into her past, she finally became Sohni the potter’s daughter in Sind, Pakistan. Sohni had loved a young man called Mahiwal but her father had forced her to marry another. Their love had been so overwhelming that they met in stealth at night. She swam across the river with the help of a fired clay pot. Unfortunately her jealous sister in law replaced her pot with an unfired one that melted in the water and even though her lover tried to save her, they had both drowned.
All those who were present were shook up. Neil and Amber were those unlucky lovers from numerous lifetimes ago!
Amber decided to visit the Tomb of Sohni in Shahdapur City Sindh, which was 75 km from Hyderabad, Pakistan. According to the legend the bodies of Sohni Mahiwal were recovered from river Indus near Shahdapur and buried there. Neil promised to accompany her family and her.
The etchings on the tomb walls were reminiscent of Amber’s painting motifs. This was a further proof of her reincarnation. Her parents and Dougie were satisfied about its veracity. Plus Amber and Neil naturally gravitated towards one another. Once the families met and approved, they were soon married and Neil opened his own studio cum workshop in New York along with Amber. They were a team now. Amber’s dream was a thing of the past. She had met her other half