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 was feeling extremely worried. Her mind was agitated and the restlessness she felt was making her feel all the more annoyed.
”I just cant quiet my mind,” she said while drinking some water, “What if everything goes wrong? What if I am not on the right path? How will I pay off my debt? Whats coming my way?”
She leaned back on her armchair and silently looked at the fireplace. The burning logs of wood appeared to her as glowing fireballs reminding her of her own inner glow.
”Would you like to join us?”
Nisha looked up and saw a young gentleman standing there with a pleasant smile on his face.
”My friends and I,” he continued, “are just having a great time.”
”But I dont know you,” said Nisha feeling a little tensed, “why would you ask me to join in?”
”I saw that you have been alone for quite some time now,” he said, “my sister told me to ask you.”
Nisha was just about to refuse when a young girl walked upto them and said politely, “Please do join us. We always love to have more company.”
Nisha couldn’t refuse such a warm invitation. Although she didnt like being around strangers, but she didn’t want to decline this request.
Arjun was pacing around the room unable to figure out what to do next. He just felt a weird sensation which he couldn’t describe at all. Something didn’t feel quite right.He wondered what it was.
Nisha settled down with the group feeling a bit nervous. But soon she was able to join in the conversation with great ease.
”My name is Rihana. Its great you agreed to join in. He is my brother Ahan and let me introduce you to my best friends.”
”Thank you for inviting me,” said Nisha, “it was really very kind of you.”
”We all are delighted to have you with us,” said Ahan offering her some cookies.
”Its nice,” she said, “to spend some beautiful moments together. Being with our friends and siblings is the best way to spend some precious moments of togetherness.”
”We were discussing,” said Ahan, “about the workshop which was held this evening.”
”It was beautiful,” said Nisha without a second thought.
”I too feel the same,” said Rihana munching some cookies.
”Come on Rihana,” said Ahan, “how can you even say that? It was such a waste of time.”
”Maybe,” said Nisha turning towards him, “the subject is not of your interest.”
”Absolutely,” he said, “but its the speakers whom I really disliked. Their style of presenting their knowledge was so boring and…”
”I feel,” said Nisha interrupting him,” that the audience is really quick in passing judgements. I dont think we should do that. They did a great job and lets just let it be.”
”As you say,” said Ahan picking up a cookie from the tray, “would you mind introducing yourself. You have only told us your name till now. Do tell us something about what you do.”
Nisha didnt want to answer that question. Again the same old guilt and shame seized her. She just wanted to avoid it and run away. But then she remembered Santa’s words about kindness and compassion.
”At the moment,” she said softly, “I am on an exploration journey. I am working on my new project which I have still kept a secret and I am learning so much these days. Its kind of a blissful joy ride.”
”Dont you feel ashamed of being unemployed?”, asked Ahan looking at her as if she had just said something weird.
”Ahan,” said Rihana giving him an angry look, “why would you say that?”
”Thats all right,” said Nisha, “everyone has their own opinions. I did feel ashamed but then someone told me that compassion is the master key to unlock your heart which is filled with love and kindness.”
She remembered her conversations with Arjun and wondered how every time he said something which made her feel good about herself. She felt that his statements were always worded in accordance with her state of mind. She wished that she could thank him properly at least once.