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”Okay, so you are going to work here and take no money for it,” one of the housemaids asked Ragini.
Ragini was in no mood to talk to them. She silently walked out of the kitchen and went to her room. On her little desk, there were idols of Lord Ganesha, Goddess Mahakali and many more. On the edge of the table, there lay several scriptures covered in beautiful clean cloth.
She lit the incense in front of the idols and prayed,
”I pray to you to help me in these hard times. I am lost and alone. I feel ashamed and the world is laughing at me. I can’t handle this on my own. Please do something about this. Please take over me and those around me. Grant me the strength to keep going. Grant me the wisdom to know what I need to know. I surrender to your power. Take this from me now.”
She embraced the smoke coming from the incense. She touched the feet of her idols and bowed before them.
Soon her eyes fell on a tiny book placed on her bedside.
Vividha was busy in her garden. She was extremely worried and tensed.
”How shall we pay the rent this month?” she thought, “we wont have enough for the quilts then. Maa is going to say that we wasted the money in the art class. What shall I do? God, please send in a miracle.”
”Miracles don’t happen,” her logical mind yelled at her,” stop talking like a fool and focus on your money issues.”
It is said that God helps those who help themselves. But what if we dont know how to help ourselves? What if we are lost? Will God still help us? Will the angels ever hear us?
Ragini sat down on her bed and looked at the book. She had no idea why she liked it. Maybe there was something different about it. Maybe she just needed something to read. Or maybe…