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”I really don’t want to go back,” said Nisha, “but what can I do? I am in debt and have no job. For how long will I live like this?”
”For how long are you going to live anyway?” said a voice.
The girls turned around and saw Vivan walking upto them.
”You,” said Diya, “what are you doing here?”
”That I shall tell. But first you both answer my question. How long are you going to live?”
”How can we know?”, said Nisha.
”Well then,” he said why are you worried about earning a living when you don’t even know if you will be living long enough for that?”
”Because,” said Diya,” if we do, we need money for that.”
”And what if you don’t?” he asked.
”That’s scary,” said Diya.
”And,” he said, “do you know whats even more frightening? Thinking about the time ahead when you dont even know if its yours.
In this moment, you have it all. In the next moment, you may not have anything. But what if you don’t have the next moment at all? Then what are you sacrificing this moment for?”
”I don’t know,” said Diya.
”You remember,” he said to Nisha, “you told me not to wait for people to let you breathe because they never will. You are right. The world suffocates us with its limited beliefs which it forces us to follow as rules. We feel that we don’t have a choice but the question here is that do you have a choice right now in this very moment because this moment is all you have.”
”Thats intense,” said Diya,” I mean its so simple yet so….”
”Unbelievable?” he asked.
”No,” said Nisha, “too powerful.”
”From where did you get so much wisdom?” asked Diya.
”When my mind is cluttered I talk nonsense and when its calm I talk words of wisdom.”
”Thats great,” said Nisha, “Thank you.”
”And as you asked,” he said looking at Diya, “Arjun and I are here for our workshop. We were planning to put it up online but miraculously Mr. Nishant agreed for it to be held here.”
”I wish you good luck,” said Diya, “you travelled uphill, I hope your health is all right.”
”Yes, it is. I am much better now.”