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With all her hopes broken and all her dreams shattered, as she wept through the glory of the mystical night, the whispers of her heart grew louder and clearer and her eyes again held the vision of a beautiful tomorrow.
She picked up her little book and held it close to her heart. Silently she said her prayers and got down on her knees to read it.
Wishes may remain unfulfilled and your dreams may not see the light of the day. Your hopes might be put to test and all that you believe in will appear doubtful.
Attachment is the evil behind all this. You were born free but as you grew you attached yourself to all these materialistic things. Detach yourself my love because these will bring you pain.
Keep up your hopes and dream big but don’t forget to detach and surrender. I will weave your dreams with love. All you need to do is to let go of the threads and believe in me. Those who embrace all situations as my will are lifted above all suffering and shown the divine truth.
“I am not leaving,” said Ragini wiping her tears.
”How can you say that?” said Mrs. Aradhana worriedly, “this place isn’t safe. We all must leave at once.”
”Safe are those who have faith in the divine will. This truth and all these fears cannot shake my faith.”
”What has faith got to do with staying here?”
”Its not about staying here,” she said, “its about facing my fears. Running away wont make anything better.”
”It will at least save you from all this mess,” said Mrs. Aradhana with tears in her eyes.
”How,” said Ragini getting up, “how will running away save me? How will it do me any good? I have lived all my life with honesty and service. My service never faltered even when no one cared for it. I believe that its my duty to serve Ms. Manya because she is the one who provides me with a roof over my head. I will leave this house with dignity and that too when the Goddess herself will show me the way. As of now, I will stay here and embrace all these hurdles as the will of the divine.”
”I cant believe,” said Mr. Vikram packing his stuff, “that this isn’t Ms. Manya’s house. She was a caretaker to the owners and now she is ruling here. Those poor people don’t even know whats going on in their house.”
”You are right,” said Mrs. Aradhana walking into the room, “that lady is a wicked one. The owners shifted to another town years ago trusting her with their home. And she eats away the maintenance money they send her and keeps this once beautiful house in such a mess.”
”Its good that we are leaving,” he said, “else we would have been involved in legal matters.”
”Yes,” said Mrs. Aradhana, “I felt so frightened when I heard those evil women happily discussing about their evil deeds. I was shocked to realise that we have been residing here illegally. How can someone be so insensitive? How can she claim someone else’s house as her own? Those people have built this house with their hard earned money.”
”It is indeed very sad,” said Ragini walking in, “but everyone gets the fruit of their deeds. Don’t worry, she wont be able to live like this forever. I am too thriving on her stolen money. But I know that the Goddess will help me out with this.”
”Do be careful my dear,” said Mrs. Aradhana, “mean people are also dangerous. She will do anything to keep her truth hidden. Don’t ever tell her that you are aware of all this.”