I GOT MYSELF a little helicopter, just like James Bond’s Little Nelly from You Only Live Twice, flying out to the east of the island, admiring all of the pine trees and swamps. Keeping close to the estuary, I looked down only to see Jack, a British adventurer in a khaki jacket, hiking across the wetlands with his son. Beside them was an enormous brown lump. It looked moist, pungent. Jack looked up at me and waved, I could see his gray hair. “Ahoy, what is that thing down there?” I shouted above the rotor sounds. Jack shouted back, “It’s a giant poo, mate!”
At the other end of the bay, I set Little Nellie down. Gunna was there, with her fringe or bangs cut across the front. She was at her usual position in the shop, wearing her apron, and appearing rather matter of fact. But over at the juice and taco bar, I encountered Gunna again, blending fruits and vegetables and scooping salsa. I looked back over to shopgirl Gunna, only to discover she was there at the same time. How could it be? How could Gunna be in two places at once? “But didn’t you know there are two of us?” Gunna said. She had a lovely, toothy smile. I once told Gunna that her smile was my greatest birthday present. I kept looking back and forth at the two Gunnas. “Yes, she is me and I am also me,” Gunna said. “We’re all me.”
“But how can that be?” I asked, scratching my head. “Because there are as many of me as there needs to be,” Gunna said, making another taco. She really was a cute girl. She looked like a three year old in a full-grown woman’s body. I reconciled myself to the idea of there being many manifestations of Gunna, just as all seven Matrikas were thought to be manifestations of Lakshmi. Each manifestation of Gunna, the Hindus had said, embodied some different aspect. Indeed, temple art unearthed by archaeologists showed the many faces of the goddess Gunna.
“She is me and I am also me,” she said. “She is me and I am also me.”
north! 