RAPUNZEL AND HER MOONLIGHT (Chap 11) - I believe in miracles
Category : FICTION Author : Kairavi Kaul Date : Sun May 06 2018
Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and 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.
The night grew darker and again it started to rain. The sounds of raindrops falling on the rooftops, the winds howling and the clouds roaring spiked up the eerie ambiance of the already mysterious night. The power cuts became worse and even the streetlights had gone off.
Ragini lit the candles in the dining hall as the housemaid served dinner.
"The power cuts here are even worse," Ms. Anita growled angrily.
"Yes, they are," agreed Ms. Manya. She eyed Ragini angrily as if it were all her fault.
"Here I am having my dinner," spoke Ms. Manya again, "and my housekeeper is already off to bed. Thats what happens when you are a working woman. No one is there to keep the staff under check."
By now, Ragini was beginning to lose her cool. Mrs. Aradhana wasn't asleep. She was preparing the list of supplies which were needed for the house. She had to check every single room and even the halls and corridors to know exactly what was needed. Besides, Ms. Manya never gave the expenses the house needed for its maintenance. There were no light bulbs in the corridor, the staircase up to her room needed repairing, most of the electrical appliances weren't even functioning and above all, the main door needed a new lock. Ms. Manya wouldn't spend a single penny on all these articles of utility and then she would go on blaming the staff if someone would trip over and break something in the corridor or when she could not have warm water for bathing. Sick of her attitude, Ragini mostly avoided speaking to her. It only made her feel worse.
"So you are Ragini, am I right?" Ms. Anita was looking at her.
"Yes mam."
"I see. You have been here for quite sometime now. I guess you can help me with my shopping tomorrow. I really dont know anything about the shops here."
Ragini's face fell. Missing out on her art class was like a nightmare for her.
"At what time will it be comfortable for you mam?" she asked politely.
In her heart, she prayed for a miracle. She prayed to the universe to send in the angels and the magic keepers to help her.
"So you think you can be a painter?" Palak's mother was yelling at her, "I work so hard to pay for your school fees and all your notebooks are full of nothing but meaningless art."
"Her art is not meaningless Maa," her elder sister stepped in, "every picture she has drawn conveys her emotions. If only you could understand them."
"I can only understand one thing Vividha," her mother spoke, softly this time," that talent requires money to flourish and that we dont have. So please my child, encourage her to study well and get a good job. How I would love to see my daughter as a qualified woman."
"Talent doesnt require money Maa, it requires courage which is fed by faith. The Goddesses have given us enough to get enrolled in this class. Thats their sign."
"You are being stupid and dragging your sister in this mess with you. You know nothing of the world. Get your facts right."
"Maa, facts are nothing but figures and statements, estimations and conclusions. They are interpretations drawn by analysing and comparing. But the truth is that there is always a scope for things to be different, not because someone is more special or more lucky but because they are more fed by faith and less by fear. Facts tell us what has been happening till now. But what can happen can never be predicted. Miracles happen to those who believe in them. And I believe that these facts may be true but they are not my truth."
Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and 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.
The night grew darker and again it started to rain. The sounds of raindrops falling on the rooftops, the winds howling and the clouds roaring spiked up the eerie ambiance of the already mysterious night. The power cuts became worse and even the streetlights had gone off.
Ragini lit the candles in the dining hall as the housemaid served dinner.
"The power cuts here are even worse," Ms. Anita growled angrily.
"Yes, they are," agreed Ms. Manya. She eyed Ragini angrily as if it were all her fault.
"Here I am having my dinner," spoke Ms. Manya again, "and my housekeeper is already off to bed. Thats what happens when you are a working woman. No one is there to keep the staff under check."
By now, Ragini was beginning to lose her cool. Mrs. Aradhana wasn't asleep. She was preparing the list of supplies which were needed for the house. She had to check every single room and even the halls and corridors to know exactly what was needed. Besides, Ms. Manya never gave the expenses the house needed for its maintenance. There were no light bulbs in the corridor, the staircase up to her room needed repairing, most of the electrical appliances weren't even functioning and above all, the main door needed a new lock. Ms. Manya wouldn't spend a single penny on all these articles of utility and then she would go on blaming the staff if someone would trip over and break something in the corridor or when she could not have warm water for bathing. Sick of her attitude, Ragini mostly avoided speaking to her. It only made her feel worse.
"So you are Ragini, am I right?" Ms. Anita was looking at her.
"Yes mam."
"I see. You have been here for quite sometime now. I guess you can help me with my shopping tomorrow. I really dont know anything about the shops here."
Ragini's face fell. Missing out on her art class was like a nightmare for her.
"At what time will it be comfortable for you mam?" she asked politely.
In her heart, she prayed for a miracle. She prayed to the universe to send in the angels and the magic keepers to help her.
"So you think you can be a painter?" Palak's mother was yelling at her, "I work so hard to pay for your school fees and all your notebooks are full of nothing but meaningless art."
"Her art is not meaningless Maa," her elder sister stepped in, "every picture she has drawn conveys her emotions. If only you could understand them."
"I can only understand one thing Vividha," her mother spoke, softly this time," that talent requires money to flourish and that we dont have. So please my child, encourage her to study well and get a good job. How I would love to see my daughter as a qualified woman."
"Talent doesnt require money Maa, it requires courage which is fed by faith. The Goddesses have given us enough to get enrolled in this class. Thats their sign."
"You are being stupid and dragging your sister in this mess with you. You know nothing of the world. Get your facts right."
"Maa, facts are nothing but figures and statements, estimations and conclusions. They are interpretations drawn by analysing and comparing. But the truth is that there is always a scope for things to be different, not because someone is more special or more lucky but because they are more fed by faith and less by fear. Facts tell us what has been happening till now. But what can happen can never be predicted. Miracles happen to those who believe in them. And I believe that these facts may be true but they are not my truth."
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