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.
Mr. Nishant was staring at a picture on hisdesk when Nisha knocked at his door. The sound of her knuckles beating on the wooden door broke his chain of thoughts which had been keeping him from work for the past two hours.
“Please do come in,” he said in an authoritative voice.
“A very good evening to you,” said Nisha walking in with some printouts in her hands,” I hope you are doing very well. Its a pretty foggy evening here. The interior designers have done a splendid job by building these magnificent fireplaces.”
“They surely have,” said Mr. Nishant with pride,” We could have installed room heaters but fireplaces have a charm of their own, although Ms. Diya still argues about how unwise it is to chop down trees to keep the fire burning.”
“I came here to show you some of my drafts. I believe Diya showed Ms. Kalpana some of her drafts this afternoon.”
“And I even wrote about Goddess Panchamama and how she is our mother dragon,” Diya was happily talking about her work with Arjun,”Everytime we harm nature, she roars and shakes and creates earthquakes and landslides.”
“The Babblebrook hotel has huge fireplaces,” said Arjun,” Isnt this harming nature?”
“Surely it is,” said Diya,” So I was really pleased when Ms. Kalpana appeared to be a tiny bit frightened by knowing about the Goddess. Then I showed her my draft about Goddess Pele, the volcano Goddess whose wrath can create volcanic eruptions. She wasnt very pleased, so we chose to keep the draft about Goddess Brigid, the beautiful firey Goddess who helps us in transmuting our old selves. She feels that combining my work on Brigid with the hotel’s transformation will look quite a bit witchy and interesting.”
“I see…….” Mr. Nishant was reviewing Nisha’s work,” What does Knitting in Babblebrook mean to you? I mean what do you, as a reader, think of when you first see the cover of the magazine?”
Nisha stared at Mr. Nishant’s laptop which showed the picture of the magazine’s front cover.
“You know,” she said her voice reducing to a whisper,” Old women love knitting and they love nothing less than sitting in the sparkling warm sunshine on a bright winter afternoon knitting and gossiping with their oldie friends. That feeling……that hyggeligt feeling is what this is all about. But this feeling varies from person to person.”
“For you Ms. Nisha, what does this feeling look like?”
“Sitting in front of the fireplace with a good book by Aparajita Basu and a nice warm cup of choco latte and not to forget, the sound of my beighbour’s cat purring in the background.”
“For me,” said Mr. Nishant,” This hyggeligt feeling is a blend of my wife playing the veena and the sounds of raindrops on the rooftops.”
“I see,” said Nisha.
“Ms. Nisha, would you mind if I ask you to give me an honest opinion about what you think of abundance. I mean, what does abundance mean to you?”
“For me,” said Nisha making herself comfortable on the huge sofa, “Abundance means being wealthy in all areas of your life. Be it career or relationships, you must have it all. If you are earning well by pursuing a career you are passionate about, then you surely are abundant. Then there is spiritual abundance as well. How well can you deal with life’s happenings? How much do others affect you?”
“How in your opinion Ms., can one cultivate spiritual abundance?”
“It all depends on which path you choose. There are people who attend weekly services in the church, there are some who attend jagratas and kirtans, then there are those who listen to lectures by spiritual teachers and gurus and there are some who study the oracle cards.”
“What do you do to gain spiritual abundance?”
“I watch Disney movies,” Nisha answered with pride,” Rapunzel was caged and trapped for years before she finally decided that it was time to look for what lay outside the walls of the castle. We too remain caged in fear until we finally listen to our inner voice and dare to believe in miracles. Cindrella had no one to support her in her life’s struggles, but she believed in love and magick. The Fairy Godmother appeared to her at a time when she thought that all doors have been closed. Divine help comes to us in the times when we least expect it.”
“Do you feel that spiritual abundance ultimately leads to material wealth?”
“Well,” said Nisha,” Most of the spiritual authors and teachers are making a good amount of money. Cindrella wouldnt have married the prince if she hadnt been helped by the Fairy Godmother. Rapunzel wouldnt have dared to step out of her cage if she hadnt believed in herself.”
“So Ms. Nisha, our hotels both here is Mussoorie and Dehradun have suffered heavy financial losses due to the unfortunate accidents that have taken place. What according to you can we do to cultivate spiritual abundance?”
“Every school has its own morning assembly where the students recite the prayer and share divine messages. Why cant we arrange for a morning and evening assembly here as well?”
“And who will take the responsibility of conducting it?”
“Diya and I will. We are willing to take that responsibility.”
“And how much will you charge for your services?”
“Not a penny Sir. If we charge our fees, we shall feel pressured and judged the whole time. And I wont want to feel that way. I would love to conduct these assemblies with ease and grace.”