Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, events and locales are either a product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictious manner. Any resemblance to any event and/or person living and/or dead is purely coincidental. We do not intend on offending any race, religion or community.
”I work in the housekeeping department here. My name is Anubha.”
Nisha was talking to a young lady whom she just met.
”So, how is it here?” asked Nisha.
”Its good. Winter is setting in. We need to provide some more bedding to our guests now.”
”Well Anubha, would you mind helping me out?”
The girls accompanied Anubha to the housekeeping lobby. Several bedsheet and blankets lay there, neatly folded and arranged in piles. There were huge baskets containing cushions and pillows too.
”Thank you so much,” said Nisha.
”Why did you need to come here?” asked Anubha.
”We need to click a few pictures here,” said Diya.
”In the lobby?” asked Anubha, “why so?”
”We are not getting ourselves clicked,” said Nisha and made her way to a pile of bedsheet and blankets.
The blankets were of different colours. They were present in lighter as well as darker shades. The cushions were uncovered and so were the pillows.
”Diya,” said Nisha, “how shall we set this?”
”What are you up to?” asked Anubha.
”Well,” said Diya, “we are currently working on a project for which we need to get pictures of such household stuff.”
Anubha had a confused look but agreed to help them.
”Do you love these blankets?” asked Nisha.
Diya and Anubha looked at each other not knowing what to say.
”Afterall,” said Nisha, “these are just blankets. But they speak volumes of love. When you embrace them and snuggle in their warmth and softness, you feel that comfort and joy. We feel that it doesn’t matter. We pick up any random stuff from the market without even pausing to think if its soft enough, comfortable enough, do we like the colour, is the design heart melting and….And so we never truly feel the essence of love.”
”Does it really matter if the colour is not what we like?” asked Anubha.
”Do you wear clothes of a colour you don’t like? Or do you paint the walls of your house in any random colour? Or do you put on any random colour lipstick? Its not only about the colour. Its about paying a little attention to these little comforts of life which makes a huge difference.
You shall see it for yourself. If your room is full of stuff you love, your bedding is soft, cozy and comfortable and you have beautiful incense burning on your altar, you will feel an instant connection to love and peace.”
”I can relate to this,” said Diya, “those quilts we get in trains while travelling are so rough and harsh. They aren’t even warm enough. And I feel more comfortable when I sleep on lighter shades of plain bedsheet. I really don’t like designs on them.”
”So you see,” said Nisha, “this is an essential part of sacred self care.”
”I thought self care was about visiting the spa. I was never able to save up for that.”
”Thats only a part of self care,” said Nisha, “self care means taking care of yourself and that is a very vast subject. But it doesn’t need a lot of money or expensive massages. All you need to do is relax and then you will know what calms you down.”
”Thats really sweet of you,” said Anubha.
”Well Anubha,” said Nisha, “would you like giving an interview about your work experience as a member of the housekeeping staff?”
”Thats so good! Why would I mind?”
”Well Nisha,” said Diya angrily, “you never asked me.”
”Oh, I just had this idea right now and she works here, I mean with all this stuff and….”
”Get this straight Nisha,” said Diya giving her a scary look, “I want my interview in your project. And I would really like it if you make it an entire page and not just a mini column. I too am into this stuff to some extent.”
”Okay, calm down,” said Nisha, “I shall do that. Now come on here, help me in setting this up for a picture.”