Santa Claus is coming tonight

Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 119- Falling apart

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.

“Two pumpkin butter candles, three honeyblossom candles, four warm wool candles, four crackle sparkle candles and three willow moss candles,” muttered the receptionist as she entered the prices into her computer,”Is that all?”

“Yes,” said Nisha feeling worried about how much it would amount to.

“Your total is twenty nine thousand rupess. Would you like to pay by card or cash?”

“I would like to use my debit card,”said Nisha feeling a little upset. Somehow, she had convinced her parents to pay off her installment for the loan. She had been honest with them about how she had landed up in Mussoorie and got a new job. Well, not entirely honest though. She had skipped out the dangerous part of the story.

As the receptionist swiped her card across the machine, Nisha could see the very last of her savings being wiped out. It had been a very hard decision but she had to do this. Maybe this time, she knew what she was doing.

“But at least give me a chance to explain!” Vivan yelled over the noise of his aunt’s vacuum cleaner.

“I dont want to hear anything,”said Diya from the other end of the line,” You disappear without any information for so many days with your phone turned off and now you expect me to listen to you. The day I wanted to see you, you werent there and now……….First I thought that just like us, you two may also be caught up in some mess. But today I saw you at the cafe happily chatting with that woman in the pink coat.”

“Calm down Diya. I agree that I was being irresponsible but I just couldnt help it. We got an invitation for a manifesting workshop. At first we thought that it might be some sort of a trap but my aunt insisted that we must go. That day at the workshop, we met Dr. Lizzy, the author of “Owning your heart’s desires.” Within an hour of listening to her, we knew what we were missing out on. Her words cracked us open and we soon discovered that in order to follow our passion we must stop feeling embarassed about it. Two days later, we signed up for an online workshop which too was hosted by Dr. Lizzy. Synchronicities kept on leading us forward and we soon met our finance coach Mr. Anurag who advised us to invest a very small part of our savings in what we truly wanted to do, hence taking a highly calculated risk. We hosted a moonology workshop in the Bloomwick candle store and it was a huge success. Their sales went up and they offered us a small commission on each candle they sold. We signed up for a contract with them and since then things have changed so much. The profit is not huge but we can still afford aantique-art-beautiful-323340 decent living.”

“Trust me Vivan,” said Diya with a smile on her face,” I am so happy for you. But you made one thing pretty clear to me. Our relation isnt a priority for you and I am not up for any casual relationships.”

“The woman in the pink coat,” he said,” was Vidya.”

“Vidya Rana! The one who works with me at the……..”

“Make a Wish Bank, yes thats right. She is a regular customer at the store and joined me for coffee today. She was surprised to find out that I know you but dont worry I didnt say much. My priorities havent changed Diya. Yes, I did lose touch with them. I am sorry.”

“Its not enough!” said Diya angrily,”This time you have kept me worried for days when all you needed to do was send me a text or a letter. It simply shows that you have no concern for my feelings.”

By Kairavi

Namaste my loves. Do join me on my journey to embrace the healing power of nature and love to better our lives and fulfill our dreams.

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