Rapunzel and her Moonlight Chap 45- Creating wonders with forgiveness

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 slowly walked into the old building feeling refreshed by its graceful ambiance. She stood near one of the ladies who was busy painting her newly made flower vase.

“Thats lovely,” she whispered,” these people are having such a good time here. I miss my art class.”

“Golden or red?” said the lady suddenly looking at her.

Ragini was startled for a moment. Then realising that everything was all right, she looked at the vase carefully and said,” most of it has been painted white. It looks wonderful. But to be honest, I dont support both golden and red. Maybe you should ask someone else.”

“And why so?” asked the lady surprised by her words.

“I feel,” said Ragini taking a closer look at the vase,” that it would be better to paint it with a combination of  lighter shades.”

“But my dear,” said the lady,” most flower vases do have darker shades.”

“I agree,” said Ragini softly,” I do have a really unique taste.”

“I love your confidence,” said the lady,” lets try something new this time.”

She slowly took out another set of colours and picked up her paintbrush. She carefully turned the vase a little and started making some strokes on it with the pink shade. She painted the upper part in light orange and made a beautiful design in brown shades on one side.

Ragini stood there silently observing her. She could feel her anger sunsiding with each passing moment. Suddenly, her inner voice whispered to her,” forgive them all. They do not know what they are doing. They can no longer hurt you once you forgive them.”

Ragini took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Flashes of the miserable times of her life flashed in front of her eyes. At some places, she had been wrong too. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Everyone was busy in their work. A large number of pottery items lay scattered on the floor. These hard-working artists were working with full grace and dedication.

“When mud is worked upon with so much love and care,” she thought,” it creates wonders. But for that to happen, an artist’s hands do get muddy. One cannot create a masterpiece without getting mud on his hands. Holding onto anger is like staying in the mud waiting to throw it at someone. But forgiveness means working upon this mud and letting your love create wonders with it. In the end, your muddy hands representing your learnedbasket-fashion-flower-basket-88647 soul will happily look at the masterpiece that has been created and that is, a better you.”

“Now that looks lovely,” said the lady disturbing Ragini’s trail of thoughts.

“What do you say?” she said looking at Ragini with a warm smile on her face.

“I think its amazing,” said Ved walking upto them.

“I am so glad I took her advice,” she said looking at Ved,” thanks for bringing her here.”

Ragini picked up a small towel that was lying on the chair and walked towards the basin. She turned on the tap and icy cold water flowed onto her hands. She made one end of the towel wet and gently closed the tap.

“This is a masterpiece Daisy,” said Ved admiring the flower vase,” its such a unique colour combination.”

“I am so glad you loved it,” she said feeling proud of her creation,” the weather is horrible. I wonder when shall this storm subside.”

“Dont worry,” said Ragini walking upto her,” these storms wont last forever.” She took the wet towel and gently cleaned the paint from under Daisy’s eyes. ” Do be careful with the colours,” Ragini said to her,” its not safe to get them into your eyes.”

“Thank you,” said Daisy blinking her eyes,” I just get lost somewhere the moment I start painting.”

“The same happens with me too,” said Ragini putting the towel away.

“What do you mean?” asked Ved who was busy making something out of the clay,” do you paint?”


By Kairavi

Namaste my loves. Do join me on my journey to embrace the healing power of nature and love to better our lives and fulfill our dreams.

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