Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to any event and/or person living and/or dead is purely coincidental.
Vivan walked into the sitting area. He walked upto the huge window and opened the curtains. The rains had finally stopped and it had all begun to clear up. Finally he could see the world clearly.
”Mr. Vivan,” came a sharp voice from behind him, “is that you?”
Vivan turned around and saw Nisha standing there with a pile of books in her hand.
”Good afternoon,” said Vivan.
”A very good afternoon to you too. Diya told me that you came to see me this morning. May I know the reason you feel that your friend is getting it all wrong?”
”I can’t say why, its just a gut feeling. And besides, I don’t feel that you would ever do such a thing for attention. Thats a stupid thought. Just after you had told the truth, the guest was discovered missing. And maybe the person you saw was different. I don’t see any fault of yours here.”
”I am glad you get it, but there is something else I wish to speak to you about.”
”Did you have a personal reading with Ms. Manya?”
”Yes, I did. Why do you ask this?”
”I met her in the library. I was really feeling upset and worried about the way my life is shaping up. During our conversation she told me about one of her clients who has partnered with his friend to start a new venture. She told me that they too are working really hard.”
”Why are you telling me all this?”
”When I first met Mr. Arjun, he told me about the passion for Moonology that you both have. And then I got to know about your workshop. So I thought maybe, Ms. Manya was talking about you. If thats the case, all that I want to say is that don’t wait for people to let you live because they wont. I could see how caged Mr. Arjun felt when he talked about his boss.”
”You came here to say all this? Why?”
”Because my angels told me so. And let me tell you that it was Mr. Arjun’s advice that helped me figure things out. So I guess that I owe you this.”
Nisha slowly walked away.
By now, Diya was really into her work. She had written a few beautiful headings and was putting her notes together. She was working really hard. She had prepared a list of principles and action plans which she was going to share with the world.
”I don’t know why,” she said, “but I feel this constant niggling feeling within me. As if, there is something I need to think about again. Its so distracting.”
”Busy in work, are you?”
Diya looked up to see a graceful woman, who looked like she was in her early fifties, smiling at her.
”I am sorry,” said Diya, “but I don’t think that I know you.”
“You are right, I don’t know you either. But I don’t really mind.”
Saying so, she sat down on the armchair next to Diya.
”Finally,” she said, “its not raining anymore.”
Diya thought of her as the nice, loving and friendly woman who could enjoy even a stranger’s company. She looked elegant in her beautiful peach outfit and orange colored shawl.
”Are you a guest here?” Diya asked her.
”No, my dear. I am the supervisor of the housekeeping staff.”
”O, I see.”
”What are you working on?”
”My new project,” replied Diya with full enthusiasm, “its soon going to be published.”
”O my dear,” she said, “you seem so full of light.”
Diya experienced a major deja-vu. She felt as if she had heard something similar before.
Finally, she remembered. Once her grandmother had said to her, “Whats wrong with you my child? Your vibes are so dull. You really need to turn on your light.”
Finally, she had done it. She could feel herself glowing from within. With each word she wrote, she sparkled even more and her vibrant aura lit up everyone around her.