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Vividha was making the bed. She was feeling grateful that they were finally able to buy the quilts. Palak was happy too.
Vividha looked outside the window. She could see the waxing moon and felt a sense of calmness comfort her heart. She had planted some new roses in the garden. Finally, the storm had subsided and after days, she could see the clear night sky.
“I wonder,” she said,”how Mr. Nishant has such a beautiful imagination when it comes to love. Its true. There is no power greater than love. We must all surrender to it. I havent been giving myself the love I deserve. I havent been sleeping well and thats not a good thing. Sleep is a great healer.”
She walked over to the fireplace and warmed up her hands. She saw the beauty of the moment as her fingernails slowly turned from blue to pink.
“Nothing in life is more blissful than to discover the love which floods my own heart. For so long, I havent been reading anything. I felt so nice when I read Mr. Nishant’s story. Wait, I have a book lying in my cupboard. I had borrowed it from our landlady but she said that I can keep it. She says its a good book and even has some journalling prompts in it. Lets read it tonight.”
Vividha slowly opened the cupboard being very careful not to disturb her mother and sister who were fast asleep. She took out the book and sat down close to the fireplace.
“Love attracts love. Love encourages love. Love inspires love. Love creates love. Love spreads love. Love is the elixir of life. When you radiate love, you create love, when you create love, you share love, when you share love, you spread love, when you spread love, you inspire all to return to love. You then become a source of divine inspiration for all.
Journalling prompt 1- Do you always put yourself first? Think of your current circumstances and how would things chage if you start putting yourself first?”
Vividha picked up her diary which had brownish leaflets. A red ribbon served as a bookmark which gave it a feminine touch. She opened a fresh page and keeping her journalling propmt in mind, she began writing.
“I do put myself first when it comes to my dreams. But I have a really hard time trying to say whats in my heart. No one yet knows that I wish to put up my paintings at the Rose Petal’s art gallery. Thats something I cannot stop dreaming of. I want to work so hard that my beloved Goddess leads me to my dreams. I have never entered that gallery. I have only gazed at it through the huge glass walls. Ragini was right. Its breathtakingly beautiful. I never put myself first when it comes to spending money. I dont know why but I even place my basic needs at the last. Maybe thats because I have seen my mother doing that. I have seen her give more importance to things like good cutlery to impress the guests, flower vases to adorn the house and beautiful sarees to wear on gatherings. But when it comes to our own necessities like sanitary napkins, journals for self-care and incense to burn at our altar, she says that money should not be wasted on these things. Thats totally ridiculous. I feel that if I start putting myself first, I will go to the candlestore to buy a new candlestand and a new pack of sandlewood incense instead of letting her spend the money on unwanted cutlery.
If I start putting myself first, I shall take up a job at the local bookstore instead of helping Maa with her sewing. I dont like sewing at all. Its just too boring for me. Besides, if I spend my morning hours helping customers at the bookstore, it will help me open up to others.
If I start putting myself first, I shall no more live in this house anymore. I will move somewhere close by and Palak and I shall attend our art lessons together. I feel that its time now for me to move a little away from Maa and her rude remarks. It really leaves me feeling emotionally drained. I do care for her but I really need some time away from her. But I just cant leave Palak alone here.
If I put myself first, I will find the courage to ask Mr. Nishant out on a date. Maybe an evening walk or an early morning exchange of words. I really want to get to know him better.”
Vividha paused and let her written words sink in. It was quite a surprize for her to discover all that lay deep within her.
“No wonder,” she thought,”that I cant sleep well. The real me wants to rise and shine and I have to allow her to do that.”