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 sick of all these insults!” said Arjun leaning on the sofa watching Vivan stir the cup of tea.
“I feel as if I have lost the strength to stand up for myself. Thats not who I was. I used to be brave and confident. But now……………….”
“But now you doubt your own worth because some idiot told you so,” said Vivan serving him the tea.
“I know my worth!” yelled Arjun,”but just because I dont have a strong backing, I have to tolerate these insults.”
“You dont have a strong backing?”said Vivan sounding puzzled,” Now where is this coming from?”
“Its true,” said Arjun,” Had I had the support of some rich and influential business owners…………….”
“I cant believe this Arjun,” said Vivan letting out a deep sigh,”I have your back, Nisha and Diya have your back, God has your back, isnt that enough! This limiting belief of yours is attracting nasty people into your life. If you believe that you are backed by the almighty himself, you will have faith in yourself, you will believe in your dreams and you will dare to reach for the stars!”
“Its good to hear this,” said Arjun,”but lets just be real for a moment. Had my dreams been backed by God himself, then why am I still struggling to make them come true?”
“Because you are dumb,” said Vivan,” Do you really want to skip the adventurous part instead of enjoying it?”
“I am not enjoying this phase at all,”said Arjun angrily.
“I found this at our doorstep this evening,” said Vivan showing him the fabric roll Nisha had given him.
“Whats this?” asked Arjun,”Is it an invitation of some sort?”
“Why dont you see it for yourself,”said Vivan giving Arjun the fabric roll.
Arjun tooks it in his hands and slowly untied the beautiful red ribbon adorning it.
The ancient looking fabric smelt of baked cookies and the beautifully handwritten text was written with strawberry cream. It read,”Grandma loves you so much, my honeyblossom. You will win.”
“I……..” said Arjun sitting up straight,” I cant believe this. They say that our deceased ancestors come to visit us on Hallow’s eve but this is unbelievable. Grandma’s gingerbread cookies were my favourite delicacy for Halloween. And tonight, she has sent me her blessings. You are right Vivan. Grandma has my back!”