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. We do not intend on offending any race, religion or community.
The rains had started again. The weather was again changing rapidly. The winds blew and shook the branches of the trees. Once again, the sounds of thunder filled the atmosphere.
The woods looked pretty scary. Ragini was afraid of snakes coming out and causing trouble. She walked hastily through the woods. She was lucky that Mrs. Anupriya had allowed her to keep her art board in the classroom itself. She now only carried a little bag and her umbrella. Mrs. Aradhana had sent someone to get the fertiliser. So there was no need for her to worry about that.
”Its almost evening now,” yelled Ms. Anita, “the rains have started again. What could have taken her so long to come back?”
”You see the roads are all blocked Mam,” said Mrs. Aradhana pouring the evening tea, “she might have taken the longer route. And above all, the fertiliser needs to be checked first. These people really hand over anything in the name of what you ask.”
”I guess,” said Ms. Anita, “that I shall have to shop tomorrow then.”
”O no mam!” said Ragini walking in, “the rains might be worse tomorrow. And what if we have a hailstorm? We must leave now. The rains are not that bad right now.”
”Fine,” said Ms. Anita, “I shall get my purse.”
Ragini was glad that she had agreed. She was not going to risk another class at any cost.
The marketplace was less crowded due to the rains. A few shops were open and a few vendors were present too.
Ragini led Ms. Anita to a small clothes shop on the second floor of an old building.
”They sell all types of clothes here. All the good and soft stuff and that too at reasonable rates.”
Ms. Anita walked ahead of her into the shop.
”I need some really soft cardigans,” Ms. Anita told the shopkeeper, “I am allergic to coarse wool.”
”No problem mam. We have the finest wool here. Any colour preferences?”
”Show me only dark colours.”
Ragini stood silently as Ms. Anita tried the cardigans. She then went on to buy shawls and scarfs too. Ragini hardly ever bought any woolens. She would knit them herself using the balls of wool from the local store. She had a quilt which was more than ten years old but still kept her pretty warm.
They then walked over to the local bookstore. Ms. Anita went straight in while Ragini waited at the cash counter.
Ragini was too fond of books. She would often borrow them from the neighbours. She would even collect those which people no longer needed. But she had never visited a bookstore before. This bookstore seemed pretty amazing. She could smell the freshness of new paper and her eyes felt the delight of looking at the pretty covers.
Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a little book with a pretty peach cover. She went closer and picked it up. The cover revealed a beautiful Goddess like figure and a tiny girl offering her roses.
The book title read,
”OFFERINGS TO THE DIVINE.”
And before Ragini was about to put it away thinking that she had nothing to offer, a salesgirl said to her,” You must read this one. Its really beautiful.”
”It is but…………………”
Ragini thought for a moment. The book must be pretty expensive. Though she desperately wanted to buy it, yet she didn’t think it would be wise to spend her money like that. But still she went over to the counter and asked,” How much is this for?”
The man behind the counter gave her a blank look. The lady sitting next to him finally spoke, “Sixty-five rupees.”
Ragini was pleasantly surprised. She hadnt expected this. She looked into her purse and took out the ten and five rupee coins she had. She carefully put the book into her bag.