Rapunzel and her moonlight Chap 51- Ragini’s unending faith

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.

“Its so cold,” said Vividha snuggling into her bed,”but these rains are beautiful.”

“I visited Mr. Ved’s workplace today,” said Ragini applying some lotion on her palms,” its a really nice place. I met a loving woman named Daisy. Mr. Ved has asked me to paint a picture for his wife. What shall I paint?”

“Love,” said Vividha,” what else?”

Ragini slowly got into her bed and lay down on her pillow. She gently closed her eyes and prayed. She recalled her childhood when she would happily play in the snow. She would lie down on the soft snow and make snow angels. She believed in angels and Goddesses from a very young age. Her father would often say,”Angels dont exist. This girl has gone crazy.” He saw how small their house was and felt miserable about it. But she saw how strong their house was and felt grateful that the roof wouldnt be blown away by the winds.

Her mother was miserable most of the time because she didnt have a single ornament to wear. But Ragini was lost in relishing the cookies that she got as a bonus on Sundays. Ragini had never felt that anything was truly missing. With enough savings and a loving family, she had thought of applying for a scholarship to an art school. But in no time, her parents had showed her that for them, her love wasnt enough.

“We needed money to survive,” her mother had told her to justify her acts,” raising you in these miserable conditions was not an easy job.”

“How can you blame us?” her father had said,” you know nothing about the importance of money.”

Maybe she hadnt known the importance of money, but she had always known the importance of love which to her shock, they could never understand.

The night they had left, Ragini had stayed in their small rented house weeping the whole night. Not only was it a heart-breaking night for her, but also it had turned her whole life upside down. With her parents gone, she had no one to support her. She continued to work at the bakery shop but the moment she returned home, she felt overwhelmed by loneliness. Unable to deal with her solitude, she finally left the house as well as her job and began to work as a librarian. She shared a common room with two other female librarians who were twice as old as her. They hardly ever spoke to her but she felt safer in the new environment. After almost two months of suffering alone, one of her neighbours introduced her to Mrs. Bhaskar who kept her as a nanny for her little astronomy-bright-cloud-579325son. Those few months of her life were pretty blissful. Mrs. Bhaskar’s jovial nature lit her up and her son was an excellent companion for her sadness. She soon healed from her loss and grief. Mrs. Bhaskar encouraged her to start painting again. But then they had to shift to New Delhi as her husband fell seriously ill. Ragini was terrified at the thought of being left alone. But soon she met Mrs. Aradhana who helped her to get a job at Ms. Manya’s house. With Mrs. Aradhana and Mr. Vikram around, she never felt unhappy. Sadly, fate even drove them away.  Mrs. Bhaskar and her family had returned to town after a few weeks later when her husband was in a much better condition.

Life had never been easy, but she had always been taken care of. By God’s grace, she had healed and turned into a much better and stronger version of herself.

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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