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.
Ragini walked upstairs and entered her room. She placed the tray on the table and walked out again. She had had enough. She was sick of it all. What wrong had she done to deserve all this? Ms. Manya, a thief herself, was accusing her and that too for a single cup of tea. She felt like breaking all the cutlery in the kitchen. And on top of that, she had to bear the gosipping of the annoying housemaids which fueled her anger even more.
“People are seldom nice,” said a soft voice from within her,” dont even expect them to be nice. Maybe they never will. They shall continue to hurt you and annoy you the whole time.”
Ragini let out a sigh. She sat down on the stairs leaning against the wall. “I feel so helpless,” she said as tears rolled down her face,” its not easy to go through all this alone. I feel suffocated.”
The winds were howling and screaming as if announcing the arrival of destruction. The doors and windows were trembling and there were mud stains on the window glasses. She got up and slowly began to descend down.
Out she walked into the garden holding a mop in her hands. The raindrops hit her hard and the strong gushes of wind made it difficult for her to keep her eyes open. Yet she walked further and reached upto the tall glass window. There was mud all over the glass on the outside. Picking up her mop, she began to clean it. She knew that it would get muddy again but she had to do some work else she would go crazy as her mind tormented her with angry thoughts.
She wiped all the windows and cleaned the muddy stains on the outside of all doors. Yet her anger did not subside. She sat down on the wet grass resting her head on her lap. She took off her slippers and wiped off her tears.
“Even the skies are angry today,” she said softly,” how I wish I could be free of all this mess. I wish I could lead a happy life unafraid of anything. I deserve so much more and yet I am here struggling to make ends meet.”
“What sort of stupidity is this!” She looked up and saw Ved standing there wearing a long black raincoat.
“The weather is horrible,” he said,”you must go inside.”
“I guess you are leaving for work,” she said,” dont try to walk till there. Its advisable to take a cab.”
“That I know,” he said politely.
“Please leave me to my own fate,” she said,” I shall go in when I feel like it.”
“Would you like to accompany me to my workplace? In case you wish to have a look at some of my work.”
Ragini leaned against the bushes. For some unexplainable reason, she didnt say no. She quicly went in and put on a spare raincoat to cover up her wet and muddy clothes. Though she was shivering and drenched, she felt a little warmth of excitement in her broken heart.
“You will catch cold in these drenched clothes,” he said with a worried look on his face.
“Lets leave now,” she said politely walking ahead of him.