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.
“There is one last thing you must do before you leave,” Ms. Manya told Ragini upon getting to know that she was finally leaving,” Mrs. Narayani, my beloved friend has come to town. She had given me some of her paintings but sadly none of them could sell. It is only fair that they be returned to her. I want you to carry them to her house and also give her my good wishes.”
Ragini smiled upon hearing this. Maybe Ms. Manya wasnt as evil as she had thought. Maybe she did have a soft corner for people.
Ragini went to the storeroom and packed the paintings very carefully in cardboard boxes. The paintings werent too huge and fit easily into the smaller boxes.
“Now there are six boxes here,” she said,” I cannot carry them alone. I should ask Vividha to help me.”
“But why on earth did she ask you to deliver these boxes?” asked Vividha surprised by the news. She picked up one of the boxes to check how heavy it was.
“Not quite heavy though,” she said,”I can easily carry four of these. You better carry only two. You already look so pale.”
“I was really upset the last week,” said Ragini,” I was exhausted from living a mundane life.”
“And so was I,” said Vividha,”But then mother decided to get married and I was brutally shaken by this sudden storm. But now, I feel so relieved. She was never happy with us and Palak and I were sick of hearing her nasty statements the whole time. I am glad she left us.”
“But what about Palak?” asked Ragini,” How will she cope with this sudden storm?”
“You know when we feel stuck and lost, there always comes a storm. A storm which creates havoc in our lives, a storm which dismantles it all, a storm which destroys everything thats holding us back. That storm is the light along the way. Palak cant see this at the moment. But as she starts growing up, she will realise how fortunate we are. Today while we were having breakfast, Palak said to me,” I am feeling so relaxed today. Mother would just ruin such a pleasant morning by her endless ranting. Mother always kept reminding us of our poverty. But Vividha we are having such a delicious breakfast and we have such loving neighbours. Arent we rich enough?””
The girls picked up the boxes and began to walk. As per the address given by Ms. Manya, Mrs. Narayani’s house was supposed to be located on the opposite side of the drugstore close to the Sitara Bridge. They chose the shorter route through the woods as it was bright daylight.
“I just love how peaceful it is here,” said Ragini.
“Why are you so breathless already?” asked Vividha,” Havent you been keeping well lately?”
“I have been really good,” said Ragini,” I am finally leaving Ms. Manya’s house. I will be working at the Midnight Blossom and designing oracle cards for them. And guess what! They are paying me so well.”
“But how come you got a job there?” asked Vividha in a curious whisper,” Do you have any contacts there?”
“No,” said Ragini,” It just happened. A miracle I presume.”
“Or a stupid decision made in haste,” said Vividha adjusting the boxes again,” Why would they hire you to design oracle cards for them? Dont you know that they purchase all their oracle cards from Mrs. Divya’s store? Mrs. Divya has the finest collection of all spiritual materials.”
“But….” muttered Ragini feeling completely clueless about the entire situation,” They promised me thirteen hundred rupees for every gathering they hold and………”
“Thirteen hundred rupees?” said Vividha sounding completely astonished,” Are you talking about “The Healing Miracle Store” where they hold Goddess circles?”
“Yes, exactly,” said Ragini.
“Then I am so sorry to let you know that they wont pay you even a penny. They are currently running under debt and no one visits that store anymore….”
“But why?” asked Ragini.
“I dont know,” said Vividha,” Mrs. Divya told me that people didnt benefit from any of their teachings.”
“They tricked me,” sobbed Ragini,”And thats not fair.”
“Listen dear,” said Vividha in a comforting tone,” Its nice to look at the positive side of things but that doesnt mean that you stop using your head. We have brains for a reason. Besides that, this decision of yours was out of pure desperation to quit working at Ms. Manya’s place. You could have let me know about it. Now, cheer up dear. Come and stay with us.”
“But that wont be a job,” cried Ragini,” Where will the money come from?”