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.
“I am sorry Mam,” said Diya politely,” I am really sorry that you have to wait here when you have a terrible toothache.”
The lady looked at her surprisingly. The frown on her face turned into a blank look which was soon replaced by the look of someone troubled by the atrocities of the world.
“Thank you,” she finally said,”thank you for acknowledging my pain.”
“Why the hell did you apologise?”said Vidya, Diya’s new co-worker,” it wasnt your fault. That woman has all her financial stuff messed up.”
“I know,” said Diya,” but a little kindness doesnt hurt anyone.”
The Bloomwick Candle Store was one of the most loved places in the town. The place had a beautiful glass door decorated with glowing lights and depicting a painting of a pair of white swans kissing each other. The flower pots located on the outside consisted of snapdragons in all shades. Most of them were in shades of pink and white.
Nisha slowly entered through the beautifully decorated glass door and was awestruck by the beauty of the place.
“Beloved Goddess,” she whispered,”this place looks enchanted.”
“Is there something I can help you with?” a young receptionist wearing a silk dress asked Nisha.
“Yes, please,” she said,” I am in need of a nice set of candles with a pleasant aroma.”
“Mam,” said the receptionist in her usual rude voice, “this is a candle store. I already know that you are in need of candles. Can you please be a little more specific here.”
“Well,” thought Nisha,” thats quite rude. I really dont think that one should speak to customers this way. Wait a minute. Am I judging her? Hell yes. No, thats not the plan. I am learning to be kind. Let me see. Okay, let me be nice to myself first.”
“I understand your concern,” said Nisha, “let me just have a look around first.”
Nisha strolled across the narrow space between two shelves. The smell of honey and cinamon filled the air along with the lovely aroma of sandalwood. But this wasnt what Nisha was looking for. She walked a little ahead and was then surrounded with candles and candles and even more candles. The delicious aroma of the creamy vanilla candle pacified her troubled mind while the soothing aroma of the oudwood candle made her loosen up her stress. After a little while, she walked back to the receptionist and said”I just had a look around. These candles are beautiful but I am not too good at selecting them. I know that you would be kind enough to help me.”
“What exactly are you looking for?” asked the receptionist with a tinge of anger in her voice.
“Some candles with the crackling sounds of a fireplace, some with the cozy aroma of a bonfire and some with the mouth watering aroma of pumpkins.”
“Well,” said the receptionist,”you can have a look at the last shelf on the right. A stock of pumpkin butter candles has just arrived and there might be few other ones too.”
“Thank you for making things easier for me,” said Nisha and instantly she felt lighter and a sense of happiness came over her.