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“I have given it all up,” said Diya looking at Vivan,”I understand that its better to give up the fight. I am simply going where the divine waters are taking me.”
“But,” said Vivan,”dont you have anything to tell me? I know that something is amiss in your life but cant you share anything with me?”
“I do have something to share with you,” she said.
“Excuse me,” she said turning towards the shopkeeper,”I believe you do sell organic coffee here.”
“Yes, madam,” said the shopkeeper,”we do have different flavors of these.”
“Vivan,” she said,” You must buy this organic coffee today. I am sure your aunt will love it. When its grown, mostly the natural forests and habitats are not destroyed and even pesticides arent sprayed on them as they grow. No harmful products, no ruthless destruction of nature and thats how this amazing coffee is grown. Similarly, for a healthy relationship to flourish, it must be free of any burdens of the past and must not be fed by lies. When a relationship is nurtured with love and fed with faith and honesty, flowers of happiness are sure to blossom. I am sorry that I cannot be honest with you as to why I left. But I dont want our relation to crumble down under the weight of lies and heavy judgements. So I believe that its better to take a break.”
“I so admire your wisdom,” said Vivan,”but what exactly do you mean by taking a break?”
“I mean that we see each other with the same eyes as we did when we met for the first time. No expectations, no conclusions and……….”
“No trust,” said Vivan looking at her.
“Yes,” she said,”that would be fine too. Then none of us will have to deal with the pain of betrayal as you may have felt this time.”
“No,” he said feeling confused by her words,”I did not feel betrayed. I was quite worried and I missed you.”
“Which flavor would you prefer madam?” the shopkeeper said placing a huge box full of coffee beans in front of Diya.
“What do you think?” Diya asked Vivan.
“I have no idea,” he said,”why dont you decide?”
“Mint and caramel,”Diya told the shopkeeper,”these seem pretty good. I can already smell the excellent aroma.”
“So,” said Vivan,”are you now working and studying about organic farming?”
“Not exactly,” she said.
“Do you know from where the coffee gets its aroma?” asked Vivan.
“By the compounds produced in the roasting process,” answered Diya.
“You are right,” he said,”maybe all four of us are getting roasted on this journey. But dont you worry, thats how we will sense the real grace of the divine.”
Diya stood there silently as the shopkeeper packed the coffee in a nice wooden container. Vivan paid him the money and turned to look at Diya who looked pretty upset.
“I know,” he said to her,”its not easy. But always remember that we all are together in this. You are not alone.”
Saying so, he gave her one final look before leaving.
“We are all together in this. You are not alone.” These words echoed in her mind as she stood there watching him leave.
Once he was gone, she rushed back through the section of greeting cards and finally arrived at the display of rustic items. Her eyes searched for the wooden paper-weight she had seen earlier and very soon she found it lying just where she had left it.
“I understand,” she whispered picking it up in her hands,”this means so much more to me now.”
“Togetherness,” she said with teary eyes,”is one of the greatest blessings I have ever received.”