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“Its just a thought? This emptiness within me, this unending pain and misery, its just a thought? Everyday my heart is wounded and shattered. Its just a thought? My faith is breaking and my fears are winning. Its just a thought?”
“Yes,” said Ragini serving tea to Nishant,” All your problems are nothing but thoughts. Thoughts which you have assumed to be your truth. But no thought is permanent and no matter how overpowering it is, it is bound to merge with the light within you. You say that the publishers rejected your book and found it stupid. Its their thought. Vividha loved it. Its her thought. You feel that they are being unfair to you. Its your thought.”
Nishant closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair. The frown on his forehead eased as he spoke,” Can we choose our thoughts?”
“Thats exactly what magic is!” said Ragini,” The power to choose our thoughts is defined as magic.”
“Will you teach me this magic then?” asked Nishant sipping his herbal tea.
“Mr. Ved is an expert at it,” she said,” His words are so powerful that they can change my thoughts in an instant. A while ago I was mourning the loss of those lovely red roses. And now here I am, smiling at my fate that I am so blessed to have recovered from the flu.”
“You adore him, dont you?”
“But we must be careful whom we give permission to change our thoughts,” she said deviating the conversation from what Nishant just spoke,”There are bullies too who make us believe that we are worthless.”
“Ms. Manya is surely one of them,” said Ved entering the dining hall,”I cant stand her for even a moment.”
“Thats just a thought!” said Nishant with a giggle.
“What?” said Ved,” Thats true!”
Ragini remembered the day Ms. Manya had torn her beautiful painting into pieces right in front of her. She recalled Ms. Manya’s words when she had told her that she isnt good enough to be an artist.
“Its her thoughts,” she spoke to herself,” I refuse to let them haunt my mind.”
“Ragini!” said Ved snapping her out of her thoughts,” Do you believe in forgiveness?”
“I do,” she said.
“But what if the other person never apologises?” he asked.
“Forgiveness,” said Ragini,” is not about the other person. Its a choice you make for your own good by releasing all pain and resentment.”
“So,” said Ved,” I feel that if you forgive me its going to be good for you, isnt it?”
Ragini let out a deep sigh and said,” I have already forgiven you. And you know that pretty well. I know you are asking this question with respect to someone else.”
“I will let you know someday,”said Ved and then he said no more.