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.
She looked out at the mysterious night sky. The moon was glowing and her sparkle reached her heart. Her heart, which had already shattered into a million pieces. She had longed for happiness, but got punished instead. She wanted freedom but got trapped instead. She was who she was. She loved helping others. She wanted to help the man she saw being attacked, she wanted to help the CBI figure out what was happening but above all she wanted to help herself and didn’t know how to do it.
Diya collapsed onto the bed. A new town, a new beginning and then, a new danger. She hoped for bliss and joy. But nothing seemed to be changing. With every step she took, she landed into even more trouble.
The night was dark but the sky was clear. The weather was cold but the rooms were warm enough. The atmosphere was eerie and hardly anyone knew what was going to happen next.
Life is a mystery, as they call it. Fed by faith, we embark on this adventure but nothing seems all right. We pray for miracles everyday but find ourselves in a mess again. Only if we knew what we needed to know, it would have been different.
Diya ordered two cups of coffee. She put down the receiver and walked up to the dressing table. She slowly sat down and untangled her braid. She then picked up her hairbrush to comb her hair.
”I should have listened to Nisha and not stayed here,” she thought, “maybe I should have never come here? God, please help me. What do I do now?”
Just as her eyes were brimming with fresh tears, she looked at the beautiful message carved on her hairbrush, “LOVE KNOWS BEST.”
She looked at it for a moment before putting it away. She didn’t know what it meant in relation to her present circumstances. Her mind was clouded by fear and her heartbeat was racing. She didn’t know what was coming. Neither did she know what she was supposed to do.
”Did you order coffee?” Nisha asked her.
”Yes, I did.”
”Well Diya, what do you think? What shall we do now?”
”Don’t ask me. I know nothing.”
”But we have to make a choice here. Mr. Das needs our help in all this. I am afraid but even if we don’t help them we aren’t safe.”
”Then,” said Diya, “where is the choice?”
”In our heart,” said Nisha.
”What do you mean?” asked Diya.
”We can either curse our fate and help them out of fear or…”
”Or what else?”
”We can show up for this mess with love for God.”
Diya looked at her blankly. Yes, they didn’t have a choice. But they still got to choose between God and fear.