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“Curse or boon!” said Santa smoothening his long white beard,”it all depends on how you see it. Its all about what you see from your heart.”
“Thank you so much,” said Vivan,”but I am afraid I have no idea about who might have sent this parcel. Do you have any letter attached along with this?”
“My dear,” said Santa,”you shall know very soon. May the keepers of light guard you on this blessed journey.”
“Now this is pretty strange,” said Vivan’s aunt as she saw Santa vanish into the foggy morning.
Arjun was still looking at them through the glass window of his room.
“So here comes this man again,”he thought,” I wonder what he is upto now. First he got me those anklets and now he is back again with something new. I miss home. I wish I could just quit everything and go back home.”
“Arjun!” Vivan’s angry voice brought him out of his thoughts. He closed the laced curtains and said,” What is it now? Why do you look so worried?”
“This parcel,” said Vivan,” consists of an invitation to a manifesting workshop being held in Mussoorie two days from now. But how is it possible that we have been invited. I hope we are not being stalked.”
“Calm down Vivan,” said Arjun sitting down,”maybe Nisha and Diya………”
“Impossible!” said Vivan,”had they done so, they would have mentioned about it in their letters.”
“Then maybe Dr. Rajat…….”
“Yes, Arjun you are right. I am afraid that Nisha and Diya were right about him and now we are trapped.”
“But,” said Arjun,” the old man who delivered this parcel………..Maybe he too………..”