Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, events and locales are either a result of the author’s imagination or used in a fictous manner.
Vividha arrived at Ms. Manya’s house early that morning. It was pretty cold and she was shivering. She walked in slowly and sat down near the roses. She was pleased to see that Ragini had already placed all the required stuff in a small cardboard box beside the bushes.
She slowly took off her shawl and instantly felt the harshness of the chilly air. She then took out the scissors and began to shape the bushes.Her hands were cold and she was rubbing them repeatedly to make them work better.
”Do you work here?”
Vividha looked up and saw a young gentleman holding a cup of tea in his hand. Nishant took another step towards her and was amazed to see how she was able to work in the freezing cold out there.
Vividha looked at him in surprise wondering if he was a guest there.
”Yes,” she said,” I do work here.”
”Do you know anything about the mistress of this house?” he asked politely,” I have just moved in and for some reason I find her strange.”
She wondered why he would ask her that. She noticed that he looked tired and exhausted.
”Have you joined in as the cook?” she asked making a random guess.
”No,” he smiled and said,” I am a tenant here. I just moved in last night.”
Vividha felt sorry for Ragini. She wondered how her friend would manage to handle so much of work.
”I hope,” she thought,” that Ragini can handle all this. She is working day and night and not even earning a penny for it. How I wish I could help her in some way.”
”Ms. Manya,” said Vividha,” is a very unhappy woman.”
He looked at her for a moment and noticed that she was quite upset.He saw that she was sitting on the damp ground and her fingernails had already turned blue to the bitter cold.
”Thats a great observation,” he said,” is there anything else that I should know?”
”Yes,” she said looking away from him,” her caretaker has a terrible habit of stealing things.”
”Are you talking about that girl Ragini ? She seemed quite nice.”
Vividha did not turn to look at him. Lying was something she hardly ever did. But this time her friend needed her.
”I hope,” she thought,” that now he wont allow Ragini to do any of his work. I am sorry God but I am doing this for her.”
”May I know your name?” he asked.
”Vividha,” she said without turning around.
“So Vividha,” he said taking her name for the first time,” it would be better for you to work during the daytime. Its so cold right now. You might fall ill.”
This time she turned to look at him. She felt a genuine concern in his words.
”Why are you outside so early in the morning?” she asked,” its really damp here.”
”I needed a breath of fresh air,” he said,” I dont like this house very much.”
”Is your name Nishant?” she asked softly, taking him by surprise.
”How did you know?” he asked.
”I…….I kind of guessed it. Nishant means the end of the night or the breaking dawn and…………..”
”And what?” he asked moving a step closer.
”I just guessed it. Its the dawn right now and…………….It just came to my mind.”
”Thats quite an accurate guess. I shall leave now,” he said tracing his steps back to the house.
”When he first took my name,” thought Vividha,” I looked up and the first thing I saw was the sunrise. Never has the sunrise felt so beautiful before. I wish I could speak to him a little more.”
”I would love to know her a little more,” said Nishant closing the door behind him as he walked in