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.
”This looks wonderful,” said Mrs. Anupriya looking at the sheet of paper in her hands.
”Ragini, Palak and I worked on this together,” said Vividha politely.
”Where did you get ths idea from?” the teacher asked them.
”From the Goddess,” said Ragini proudly.
Mrs. Anupriya walked to the centre of the class and said,” I need your attention here. These girls here have painted something really unique and heart-melting. This is the power of creativity.”
And saying so, she held up the sheet of paper for the entire class to see.
Everyone stared at it with their eyes wide open. Their eyes sparkled as they saw it and words lost their way. It seemed as if they were under a beautiful spell.
The thin sheet of paper was adorned with a beautiful painting depicting Goddess Sati looking out of her window towards the Kailash mountain, the heavenly abode of Lord Shiva. But what was so captivating was the look on her face. She looked as if she was in pain but she had the most beautiful smile on her face. And every soul understood that she was smiling for him. A smile in the midst of misery depicting love in the midst of sorrow touched everyone’s heart. And a few minutes later, each one present in the class had only one thing to say,” Unbelievable.”
”My dear children,” said Mrs. Anupriya giving the sheet to Palak,” this is magic. And know this, that love and only love is the pathway to successful creativity.”
Nishant was sitting in his room trying to write something. But each time he wrote a few lines and looked at them, he tore the paper and threw it into the bin.
”This isnt what I want to write about,” he said,” I have to let go of this idea.”
Ragini, Vividha and Palak were walking through the woods.
”I dont know,” said Ragini,” it shall take a little time.”
”This idea you had,” said Vividha with a smile on her face,” made our painting heavenly.”
”Thank you,” said Ragini as they arrived at the crossroads,” we are a great team together. Goodbye for now.”
They parted ways at the crossroads and Ragini slowly walked back to her mundane life.
”I have decided,” said Nishant preparing himself to get back to work,” I am going to write about haunted places. This house looks the same. Besides, this is something I have never tried before.”
He was disturbed by a knock at the door. He got up instantly and opened it.
He saw Ragini standing there and asked,” What is it?”
”Well,” she said,” I have cleaned up all the other rooms. But yours is still remaining. Shall I do it now?”
”Wait,” he said and walked back in. He picked up all his essential stuff, put it into his cupboard and locked it.
”I am going outside for about twenty minutes. Will that be enough?”
”Yes,” she said and walked in.
Ragini cleared up the sheets of paper which lay scattered on the bed. She collected them into a pile and put them on the desk. Next, she made the bed properly and dusted the furniture. Finally, she began mopping the floor and soon the room was a clean delightful place to be in.
”I wonder,” she said,” if it shall rain again.”
”So how was your day?” asked Nishant as he saw Ved walking in through the gate.
”Beautiful and busy,” said Ved,” I made a lot of stuff today. My hands are tired but I feel so content.”
”Thats the joy of creativity,” said Nishant,” after struggling for hours, I just relaxed for a few minutes and decided that I must enjoy the process. And then finally a brilliant idea came to me.”
”What are you doing out here?” asked Ved.
”Ragini is cleaning my room. So I came out for a walk.”
They both turned around and saw Ragini walking towards them.
”I found this under your bed,” she said showing Nishant a beautiful locket.
”This isnt mine,” he said.
”Are you sure?” she asked,” I clean up the guest rooms very often and I am sure that it wasnt there before.”
”It doesnt belong to me,” said Nishant,” I am quite sure of that.”