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.
“Mrs. Narayani,” said Vividha staring at the envelope in her hands,” never heard of her before.”
“I stole this letter from Ms. Manya’s room,” said Ragini walking upto the fireplace,”maybe the Goddess guided me to do so. I never read it but today I feel called to do so.”
“Shall I open it then?” asked Vividha fascinated with the mystery surrounding the envelope.
“Not so soon,” said Ragini drying her hair with a towel,” I feel that we must wait until everyone goes to bed. By the way, thank you for warming up my bathing water on the stove. I was too tired to do any work.”
“Thats all right,” said Vividha,”you go serve dinner. I shall wait here.”
“I shall bring dinner for you once Ms. Manya retires to her room. Its nice that her tenants are not like her. In the meantime, you can read that inspiring book placed on the desk if you like.”
Ragini slowly walked out while Vividha sat down at the desk and had a closer view of the book.
“Offerings to the divine,” she whispered,” I already feel drawn towards this one.”
She flipped through the pages until she caught sight of a beautiful picture showing a cat sleeping peacefully in a clothes basket. She began to read,
” I, your beloved Goddess speaks from within your heart- Are you worried my love? Are you freaking out? Why so? Whats amiss? Money, is it? I get it. Mortal beings are obsessed with money. But you arent just a mortal being. You are me dressed as a mortal being. I designed this body of yours. Thats the dress I am wearing. All my designed dresses are one of a kind. Dark shades, light shades, brown eyes, ocean eyes, rosy cheeks, dark lips, flat tummy or a chubby face, thats all my creation. Dont you dare condemn it. Money is an accessory which adorns this dress of yours. Money is just an experience no greater than experiencing wearing this dress.
But you often forget that this dress wont get you any money. Its me who creates the experience of wealth. But alas! You deny my existence by playing the victim. I am the Goddess within you. I am your true identity. Do you wish to experience wealth? Sure you do. Then stop denying my presence within you. Your denial is the source of all your worry. Witness your miseries my love. Dont look away from them. But remember that its not the job of this dress to deal with it. Let me take the lead. Offer me your worries my love.
Do you wish to be a millionaire? Sure you do. These cats are so in alignment with their true selves. Look how she sleeps peacefully. You can be at peace too. Stop denying your power and own it. I promise you a million blessings if you are open to receive them all, I promise you a million happy thoughts if you are willing to serve me with an open mind and I promise you a million guardian angels if you are willing to listen to them.”
“A millionaire!” whispered Vividha leaning back on her chair,”is what everyone desires to be. But with a million unfulfilled desires, one cannot find peace at all. Those million desires must be surrendered to our beloved Goddess for fulfillment. A millionaire at heart who embraces a million blessings is bound to have the experience of the wealth of a million dollars in this mortal realm.”