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Ragini was unable to sleep. She felt pretty tired but sleep seemed far away from her. Her mind just couldnt rest. She slowly sat up and drank some water.
“I wonder,” she thought,” how long will I have to wait before my dreams can see the light of the day. Life is boring and troublesome. I wish I could enter the land of my dreams.”
She slowly got down from her bed and walked towards the window. Gazing out at the midnight sky, she saw a majestic owl staring at her.
“Maybe,” she thought,” its my beloved Goddess keeping a watch over me. I wish I too had wings like her.”
“Millions of stars adorn this midnight sky,” she whispered,”so many galaxies are there in the universe and here I am, a tiny speck in this vast expanse praying to her who is the universe herself. I know that my prayers are being heard, but when will they be answered? This wait seems too long to bear.”
The next afternoon was a dry but windy one. The woods were still damp and as Ragini walked through them, she smelt the soothing aroma of the wet mud and embraced the breezy winds.
The art class that afternoon had a very peculiar theme. All the students listened patiently as Mrs. Anupriya explained to them the significance of themes.
“Companionship it is,” she said looking at them,”you have full liberty to create anything which is in accordance with this theme. To make it even more beautiful, our second theme is compassion. Your creation must be a blend of these two themes.”
“I will draw Winnie the Pooh and the piglet,” said Palak raising her hand with a smiling face,” I even have a picture of them in my bag.”
“Thats a wonderful decision sweetheart,” said Mrs. Anupriya,”I must say that you are pretty smart. But my love, do you know the meaning of these two themes?”
“I do,” replied Palak,”being there for someone and sharing their suffering spreads kindness all around. My sister has taught me quite a lot through this lovely story.”
“My dear,” said Mrs. Anupriya looking at Vividha,” you are doing a great job. Keep going.”