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 fictous 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.
Nisha relaxed into the comfortable wooden armchair. She wrapped her shawl tightly around herself as her eyelids shut down under the pressure of sound sleep. The fireplace warmed up the entire place. She felt cozy and safe. She was feeling much better and calmer.
”The moon is my love,” said Vivan, “the lunar cycles help me in manifesting my heart’s deepest desires.”
”I know that,” said Diya, “I can sense it in your voice. You feel so relaxed when you talk about all this.”
”What do you love so much that you are willing to embrace all these struggles?”
”Mother earth,” she said, “the soil, the forests, the sunshine, the blooming flowers and… I mean that I am passionate about nature and environment.”
Arjun made himself comfortable on the soft sofa set as he took off his shoes. He could feel the warmth of the fire and the noises in the sitting room were no longer affecting him. He laid down gently closing his eyes as he drifted slowly to sleep.
”I feel that we should all just do what we love,” said Vivan.
”Thats true,” said Diya, “but very few people believe in this.”
”I just want peace,” he said, “and a little sugar.”
”You love sugar too?” she asked.
”Thats my first love,” he said smiling.
”I get this,” she said, “I have sugar cravings quite often. I guess eating sugar eases our pain.”
”Whats your first love?” he asked, “chocolates, candy……”
”Roses,” she said, “fresh garden roses.”
Nisha woke up with a jerk. She felt a sudden cramping sensation in her lower abdomen.
”This hurts,” she said with tears in her eyes, “it really hurts.”
She settled into her former posture again praying for the pain to go away. She felt severe cramping pain which refused to go away.
”Maybe my fear has triggered all this,” she thought, “I need to relax.”
Arjun was sleeping peacefully when suddenly his phone rang. In a drowsy state, he picked it up instantly only to realise that it was a spam call.
”Its 12am now,” he said, “I wonder for how long will everyone stay here. None of these guests seem to be returning to their rooms. Maybe the matter is serious.”
He got up slowly and walked towards the table to get some water.
He noticed Nisha writing something on a piece of paper and smiling as she did so.
”She does have a beautiful smile,” he thought, “I somehow feel that she has a beautiful heart too.”
”Love is magic in itself,” wrote Nisha feeling her pain diminish with each word she wrote, “I love my new pillow. Its soft and has bunny imprints on it. No one hardly cares about imprints these days. But I love them and……………….” She paused and said, “I should gift myself a new pillow now. I have been keeping myself away from the things I love. Love is the magical remedy to all the wounds and miseries.”
”Do you have any idea why everyone is still here?” Nisha looked up to see Arjun standing next to her. He looked tired and sleepy but he had a peaceful look on his face.
”All the parents here are worried about their kids,” she said putting away her pen, “I spoke to one of the ladies here. She says that she prefers to stay together in here for her kid’s safety.”
”Did any of the guests return to their rooms then?”
”Maybe some of them did,” she said, “but don’t you prefer to be here. I mean, its safe and this feeling of togetherness…”
”Have you seen Vivan?” he asked looking away from her.
She noticed that he was trying to avoid her gaze. He seemed confused and afraid.
”Maybe he thinks it isnt safe to speak to me,” she thought, “I guess I should just let things be the way they are.”
”The midnight moon,” said Diya, “is looking at us angrily.”
”And why so?” asked Vivan unable to understand what she meant.
”Because we arent asleep yet,” she said and they both burst out laughing.
”How surprising,” said Diya gazing at the moon, “the storm subsided pretty soon.”
”Sometimes,” said Vivan, “the storm doesn’t create any havoc at all. It just paves the way for a beautiful moonlit night.”