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”Do you believe in fairies?” asked Palak looking adoringly at Ragini and Vividha.
Vividha smiled pleasantly as she picked up her paintbrush.
”Fairies,” she said, “are mystical beings. I wonder if they really exist.”
”They do,” said Ragini filling beautiful light purple colour in her drawing. She picked up her pot containing the crimson red shade of colour. Dipping her paintbrush into it, she said, “It is said that we all are living our very own fairy tales here in this world.”
”Now,” said Vividha dipping her brush into the pot containing water, “what does that mean?”
”That means,” said Palak excitedly, “that we are all supported by fairies.”
Vividha looked at Ragini and said, “Is all this all about guardian angels?”
”I dont know,” said Ragini gazing at the beautiful lake, “but yes we are all always supported by the divine light.”
”What about unicorns then?” asked Vividha smudging the colours on her sheet, “my landlady says that she sees them quite often. Does that symbolise anything?”
”Unicorns,” said Ragini filling in crimson colour in the heart of her neatly sketched lotus flower, “have some connection with creative insights. Thats what I have heard.”
The breeze blew gently caressing each one of them. The weather was calm and pleasant. The sun was setting peacefully and the beautiful crimson light shaded the sky. The girls got up slowly and began to pack their stuff.
”Ragini,” said Vividha, “do you believe in the concept of soulmate love?”
Ragini was carefully lifting her clay pots which were filled with liquid colours. She began to wrap each one in a small piece of cloth and said, “Love is love. And thats true.”
”But,” said Vividha rolling up her drawing sheets, “what if we never meet the right person?”
The evening was a busy one. There were a number of guests in the house and Ragini was busy doing all the errands. Ms. Manya was chatting with them happily while Ms. Anita was silently sipping her tea.
”You do have a lovely house,” said one of the ladies, “well furnished and rustic. I really love it.”
”Well furnished?” thought Ragini as she put the bread into the oven, “what is she saying? The old wooden tables have large holes in them and the chairs have developed deep cracks in them.”
”These paintings have touched my heart,” said another lady pointing towards a huge wall painting.
Ragini placed the plate of cookies on the table and began to serve them. She also cut the bread and poured some more tea into the kettle.
”I wonder,” she thought, “if my paintings will ever touch someone’s heart. I wonder if anyone will ever fall in love with my creations.”