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.
“If wind was a person, I would have hugged her as if she were my best friend. No matter how I feel, when she comes and ruffles my hair, I begin to feel at ease. When she wipes off my tears and dries up my face, I feel loved and protected. She cannot return to the place from where she has left. I cannot go back to the past either. Alas! Sometimes I wonder if its good for all of us. Maybe or maybe not.”
Ragini was trimming the bushes in the early hours of the morning. The winds were blowing fiercely and she was certain that a storm was on its way. Sometimes when life seems too dull and monotonous, our heart secretly starts praying for a storm. We may not realise it but most of the storms in our lives are a manifestation of our heart’s deepest desires. When we are sick of being in the autopilot mode living our lives with no passion at all, we pray for disruption, we long for erosion and we desire nothing less than a rebirth.
“One day, I will paint in my own garden, when the winds shall be howling and thunder sounds will add to the mystical ambiance,”she whispered softly to herself,” Surrounded by lush green grass, breathing in the aroma of the beautiful red roses, clad in the crimson hue of the setting sun, bathed by the power of the mighty winds and drenched in joy and freedom, I will paint an immortal creation.”
“Ragini!” Ms. Anita’s sharp and bitter voice called out to her. Leaving the pair of scissors in the garden itself, she walked back into the house.
“My brother is coming over this weekend,” she said as Ragini walked in,” He is feeling quite better now and I have very frankly told him the truth about the letters.”
“I am glad that my job is done now,” she thought,” I had began to feel really uncomfortable writing those letters to a complete stranger and that too by a false name. I have some savings now. They shall last me a month at least.”
“My mind is thinking too much,”thought Vividha while dusting the small wooden cupboard,” So much so that I cant sleep at all. I am really tired. I wish I could take some rest today but I have to pack up Palak’s clothes and books today.”
Vividha took out a huge wooden chest and started putting Palak’s books into it.
“Why so many books?” asked Palak as she walked in,” We are going to be there just for the vacations.”
“I know my love,” said Vividha in a calm and polite tone,” Our landlord is planning to get some repair work done in the house. So we need to take all our stuff woth us.”
Ragini was feeling exhausted and completely worn out. The endless sobbing had left her drained out and tired.
“I want to sleep,” she whispered to herself,” I wish I could escape these circunstances. I wish I could make miracles happen by just praying for them.”
“And why cant you,” whispered her inner light,” You can make miracles happen by simply praying for them. Just close your eyes and pray for something you truly love.”
Ragini closed her eyes and all she could see was her broken heart and wounded soul. Then slowly, she began to pray. She prayed for a beautiful home located close to the woods and adorned with a beautiful garden. She prayed for loving neighbours who would stand by her in times of need. She prayed for a flourishing career and saw herself painting with a warm smile upon her face. She prayed for a her parents’ safety, she prayed for their good health, she prayed for Vividha’s new beginning and she prayed for abundance and wealth.
Within these few moments she could feel the gentle glow of love sparkling in her heart. She felt loved and cared for. She felt the power of faith rising like waves in the ocean of her heart.