Chapter 3 Visit to Ruchika’s home

The pollution of Delhi was killing my lungs. The roads of Delhi were full of potholes, and the weather was misty.

Meera knew Ruchika’s home location. She asked the auto driver to take us to a place called Ramesh Nagar.

I enquired if she knew the exact location of Ruchika’s home.
Meera: Come on Julie. I was born and bought up here. I know Delhi in and out like the back of my hand.
I started looking out of the window at the bromidic view. The dust was dancing in the air because of Metro work all over Delhi.

Meera was directing the tuk-tuk driver. She was telling him that we needed to visit Plot number 15 hence he should keep driving on the right side only.
I don’t know why my mind started adding the numbers of Ruchika’s house, 1+5= 6. I recalled that in numerology Number 6 house tends to have more happiness and the families keep multiplying. That gave a positive vibe to me and I thought it’s going to be easy as number 6 house never tends to be empty. There is always hustle bustle in such a home. People keep coming and going. Depression does not stay for long in this house number. The only demand that this number makes from the owner of the house is that cleanliness should be of utmost importance. I remembered Ruchika was nicely dressed when she had come to meet me. I thought to myself then her house should also be neat and tidy. Maybe somewhere in my mind, I was making things easy for myself and was looking for an early escape from Delhi because honestly, I was hating this city.

Tuktuk stopped after taking numerous turns. I thanked God for our safe arrival. With the potholes on the roads and rash driving my back had gone for a toss.

Meera paid the driver and started walking in haste towards Ruchika’s home. I had to brisk walk to catch up with her.

Finally, we reached Ruchika’s lane. Meera pointed towards a white house. I was left aghast when I looked at the house. The house desperately needed repairs and painting. The front door was full of Algae.It also had a blocked sewage which was now overflowing with dirt and muck!!

The Astrologer in me started making mental notes of what needed to be done immediately. I learned my first lesson, that no matter what the number of the house is if it is not clean it will not keep you happy. The algae outside the house stated ill health for the members of the family. The paint was coming out and the walls of the main entrance were broken that shows bad Saturn. How can happiness enter this door I wondered. I saw a car parked which had a number plate with number 1. It is the number of Mars and negative Mars gives instant negative effect for the person who has a negative Mars in his/ her chart.
Blockage in the sewage that too in front of the house gives rise to nodes that make you live your life in an illusion. Things that you see and feel right later turn out to be a disaster and you cannot come out of it easily. Phew!! where have I landed I asked myself silently.
The main gate was open. We stepped in and a whiff of a foul smell welcomed us from the house. We looked at each other. Ignoring the smell we knocked on the door. A woman opened the door. Before we could say anything we realized that the house was filled with vagrant women. It looked like a mini village of the lower class homo sapiens.

No wonder they were accustomed to the smell. There were sitting and gossiping. I already felt suffocated in their living room.
I could feel Meera giving me an apologetic look for bringing me to such a place. She asked the lady if we could meet Ruchika.

The lady asked us to wait and went in to call someone. My eyes were roving all around on the walls and the showcases behind me. I saw idols of so many gods wrapped in cellophane paper. Electronic items like VCR & VCP were lying there with lots of dust on them.
A lady patted on my shoulder and asked me to take a seat. It seemed as if I was called back from another world.

I had actually gone back in those days when we used to watch video cassettes instead of DVDs. I saw audio tape recorder of those days with audio tapes lying on its side.

For a while, it felt as if Meera had taken me into some kind of a time machine which had taken us to the time of our teenage. Everything about the house was old, rusty and dirty.
No wonder why depression rested so well in this house, I said to myself. After all, the house was not pampered by the members of the family at all. It was only surpassing negativity.
I saw another lady coming towards me holding a glass of water. I refused as I saw the lady was not only unhygienic but, her hands were full of dirt.

Soon a short looking man came out from the next room. He was nicely dressed up. He was wearing a heavy gold chain. He smiled at both of us and hugged Meera. His eyes were questioning Meera about me.
Meera introduced me as her close friend.
Meera: Uncle, Ruchika knows Julie very well and we both are here to meet her. Is she okay?
Old Man: Of course she is okay.
Meera: No yesterday, I received a depressing message from her and she was not picking up her phone too.
Old Man: Oh you know my daughter. He started boosting. She is very hard working. She is a senior manager at a big company earning 3 lakhs per month and with this, he shifted his attention from Meera to me saying that his younger daughter was married in America and last time when his younger daughter had come to meet them his elder daughter i.e Ruchika, she had gifted 5000 dollars to her niece.
I could not understand whether to laugh at his ancient wisdom or to keep quiet. I stared at Meera and asked this boosting man if we could meet Ruchika.
The old man got up instantly saying sure please come. We followed him to a room which was locked from inside. He knocked the door three-four times calling Ruchika’s name but she refused to open. Meera and I looked at each other wondering if she was okay. The old man turned around and reading our expressions said not to worry she is working right now. Sometimes she does not listen even if I call her 4 or 5 times.

Meera knocked the door and called for Ruchika. Ruchika it’s me and Julie. Can you please open the door.

After waiting there for 30 seconds the door opened. I was shocked to Ruchika. Is she the same girl I had met.
She had black circles around her eyes. Her hair was untidily tied in a ponytail and she was wearing a torn yellow Capri. Her weight had dropped almost to 40 kgs. My eyes widened in shock. I don’t know why I hugged her like my own but she did not hug me back in return. This made me feel that she was uncomfortable and I stepped back giving chance to Meera but she did not hug her too.
The old man left saying you all talk. I could see she was in severe depression.
I wonder why the old man could not see her depression.
We all sat on her bed which was pointing towards the north. It is wisely said in Astrology that those under depression or having ill health should not sleep or sit in the north direction.I was observing left right and center!!!!!
We all maintained silence for a minute or two and then I broke the ice by asking her what had she done to herself.
She stared at me and started cutting her parched lips with her teeth. It looked like she was possessed. She looked at Meera and suddenly she made a face as if she was in immense pain. She held her leg and started screaming Ma please help me.

The old man came running into the room and said please don’t worry. She is having pain in her leg. It will go away in a minute or so. Meera sought permission from her father to take Ruchika to the hospital. Her father laughed and said please don’t worry. We have already been to the hospital and got her tests done. All results are negative. We don’t know the cause of her pain.

I spoke to Ruchika and inquired if she was still going to the office. She nodded in a yes.
I asked her today is Sunday, why are you home. Why don’t you go out with some friends? Her father was standing and listening to our conversation. He intervened and said she is a senior manager. She is working from home and that is why she can not go out with anyone.

Meera asked her father if she could get a glass of water to which he went out asking one of the vagrant women to bring some water for her.

We were quiet again and I touched Ruchika’s shoulder. She looked at me and said you know where I am sitting right now?
This is the place where my mother took her last breath and now she is calling me.

Meera asked her to shut up and screamed, no one is calling you anywhere Ruchika.

I added, in fact, I am here to invite you to my house in Bangalore. Since it is a long Diwali weekend, take a break from your work and come with us.

I could tell from her behavior and looks that she was not only mentally sick, she gave a damn about what we were saying.

Her father once more entered the room with a tablet. Here take this tablet, you will find some relief. The girl bashed her father saying she knew which medicine to take and when. He should mind his own business. The old man quietly walked away from there.

I was observing her silently. Meera looked at me asking what should we do next.
I took a deep breath and asked Ruchika the reason for her rude behavior.
Don’t you get it? she shouted while looking at me with anger on her face. I have lost my mother. I, I who took care of her for months could not save her. She is dead.
I could not save her. I knew which medicine to give when and how. For one day that I flew to Banglore to get that stupid tarot reading done the nurse could not take care of her. By the time I reached home, she was no more. I should have stayed back and should not have trusted that stupid nurse. Suddenly she broke into tears like a little girl. The old man was standing outside and listening and crying along. He intervened and said, my child, if you have lost your mother I too have lost my wife, can’t you see that.
He looked at me and said tell me what should I do with her. I tried to pacify her but she refuses to listen to me. I doubt if she might be carrying the same cancer germs inside her, and that can be the reason for her unknown pain.

Meera asked her father if she could take Ruchika along with her for a change? Her father refused and said what will happen to her job. What if she loses her job because of this stupid mother-daughter drama that she keeps on thinking.
I had no words to explain to her father that she would be able to work and earn money only if she would be alive.
I stood up and firmly asked Ruchika to pack her things. We are leaving this place for five days.
Ruchika refused to come along. That is when I lied to her. I told her I could feel her mother’s presence right now. She also wished that Ruchika should go away for a while. Ruchika was confused but suddenly got up to pack her bags.

Meera was fumbling and the old man stood there quietly.

Meera started helping Ruchika to pack, while I took Ruchika’s father out telling him that his daughter was in deep depression. She needs his love and support, not money. The man did not bother to even bid me goodbye and went inside his home.

Meera came out running and asked me why I was forcing Ruchika to travel with them.

That was the time I really got mad at Meera.I asked her was she really blind to her friend’s health. She is dying Meera. Her depression is killing her. She is in desperate need of help.

No, I do understand that and honestly, I cannot keep her at my place for more than 2 days, said Meera

Keep her for two days. Take her out to various places in Bangalore. Please divert her mind and then we will see.

I didn’t know what I was doing but all I knew now was that I was trying to make Ruchika stay in this world until her real-time came.
But why was I doing this? I wasn’t aware. I decided to go with the flow for now.

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Chapter 2: Julie’s Anniversary

The alarm clock was buzzing at six in the morning. Oh no! my dream is yet to complete, I uttered and tried getting up reluctantly. I was in no mood to get up today I wondered why? Usually, this feeling creeps in when I am unwell or had a late night. How can this feeling trouble me today I wondered, because today was a very special day for me? Today is 3rd December. That’s the day Richard and I got married. I smiled and recalled the day when destiny had chosen Richard for me.

This was five years back. On 30th November I heard the popping of a notification for an email on my phone at 4 am. I heard my phone buzz and wondered who would shoot a mail at this hour.I was worried a bit and also curious too. It made me sit straight on my bed.I opened the mail with thousands of thoughts running through my mind. I started reading the mail. It read as :
Dear Julie,

You may call me old-fashioned when it comes to talking to a beautiful girl like you. Pardon me! but I love writing long letters.
This one is very special for me because I am writing to ask you something. Instead of wasting your precious time I would like to introduce myself again in case you have forgotten me. I am Richard Greengrass.I stay in Canada.I am a psychiatrist and have my own practice. A few days back I met someone and fell in love instantly with her. I also came to know that she loves her family way too much to settle down abroad, so now I am trying to settle down in India.
Julie, we both have a lot of things in common for example, my friend Bob, he is your friend too. Oh, by the way, we met at Bob’s son’s birthday party last week remember? You told me that you are a Tarot Card Reader. Unfortunately, I was rushing that day and left early without even exchanging our phone numbers. I got your email id from Bob who was adamant about not giving me your phone number without your permission.
I feel that our profession somewhere crosses each other’s end, as we both help people in crossing the bumpy roads of their lives.
I was wondering if we could be partners for life and hold each other’s hand and cross those bumps of our lives together. I mean…. you know what I mean..
He ended his letter by leaving his cell phone number.

Till date whenever he calls me our conversation starts with asking each other: Hope you have not touched any bumpy road without me.

Such is our love, even after five years of our marriage we love each other and each day our love blossoms into something beautiful.

I smiled and left my bed thanking God for blessing me with a wonderful life where I have a handsome, caring husband to die for, my twin toddlers and a beautiful magical job of a Tarot reader. I love exploring my areas as spiritualist, whether it is connecting Tarot with astrology or numerology. I enjoy exploring this intriguing world.

I started my routine of welcoming the day with a small prayer holding gratitude for all my blessing. Happily, I switched on my work phone. I was amazed that lots of my clients remembered my anniversary. The phone was full of beautiful wishes. I was scrolling down my whats app messages when I noticed an unknown number with a text saying you were right nothing lasts forever with a sad smiley. Who it must be I wondered. I tried looking at the display picture of the sender but there was no picture of the person. Then I searched the number on truecaller and to my horror, the number was listed in the name of Ruchika.
I was sweating recalling how yesterday my dairy had fallen and Ruchika’s case had appeared in front of my eye. My attention diverted as I heard my husband calling me. I was attuned back into the energy of love.I left my phone behind on my bed only and went to see what my darling hubby was up to.
My husband had taken a day off to surprise me so that we could spend some quality time together. We planned to drop our kids at my mother’s house so that we both could rekindle the romance in each other.
I was happy. My mother stayed next door only so it was easy for me to send the kids along with the maid to her house.
We both were having fun recalling how we got married, we shopped till we dropped, watched a movie together. The day ended exactly as we had planned.
Upon reaching home we were surprised by the special party thrown by our beloved siblings and elders. We had the time of our lives leaving behind our phones and clients.

The day only finished at 2 am in the morning with us bidding goodbye to our family and friends.
I was in a blithe mood and before sleeping like always offered my gratitude to God for the awesome day I had.

Next day, life was back to all the routine works. But sometimes the day holds a silent thunder to be blown in your face and for me, the thunder was on my work phone. When I saw my phone there was a text message from Ruchika. Also, there were around 20 missed calls from Meera. Now I was a bit concerned because Meera was not only my client now but with time we had developed a good friendship too. I usually do not get friendly with my clients because that is the way they expect me to give free readings along with remedies but with Meera it was different. We have never crossed the line between professionalism and friendship.

Did I call her back to ask the reason for 20 missed calls?
Indeed I did and she picked up her phone instantly.

I could hear the sadness in her Hello! she continued saying I think I have lost Ruchika. Do you remember my friend who had come to your house for a personal reading?

How can I not recall Ruchika I thought to myself. While fearing the worst I asked her what happened?

Meera said I don’t know. I received a text from her yesterday saying that she is going to accompany her mother to heaven.

I have been calling continuously on her cell but she is not responding. I really hope and pray that she has not done anything stupid with her life like committing suicide. Can you please accompany me. I will pay for the traveling part and…

But before she could finish her sentence, I told her to meet me at the airport. Something inside me was strongly pushing me towards this girl. I could not understand what was happening but I chose to go with the flow. I booked a taxi and while moving towards the airport I sat in the cab and canceled all my appointments for the day.

I had left my husband sleeping. I sent him the text saying, my dear, I need to travel urgently to Delhi. I am already on my way to the airport. You will have to take care of the kids today. I requested him to take the day off. He read the message and instantly called me confused and worried. All well my love he asked. Why are you suddenly traveling to Delhi?
I told him that a girl I did a reading for a girl three months back, is stuck with a bump on the road of her life and I have to go and help her out with it.
He gave a chuckle and said he understood what I was talking about and this is how Psychologist communicates at times I believe!

I met Meera at the airport and she told me that Ruchika’s mother passed away the very same day she was here in Bangalore for the reading. She heard from Ruchika’s younger sister that Ruchika’s mother’s transition to the other world was difficult because she was not wanting to leave. After her mother’s death, Ruchi has refused to speak to anyone.

I asked: What about her sister?
Meera: Oh! don’t you know she is in America? She could not even come to the funeral. I don’t know if she supported her through virtual world after all she has a family of her own in America now!

I heard Meera and choose silence in response. I cannot have a judgemental attitude I said to myself. I felt a connection with Ruchika. I recalled times when I too had refused to marry because I wanted to take care of my parents. In my case, I was fortunate to have a husband who could take care of me and my family too but not everyone is lucky, I thought to myself.

Meera continued her chatter with her judgemental thoughts about Ruchika and what Meera thought about her family. I call this her perception. After all, when we all look things from a distance we judge and perceive things only our way, isn’t it!
But here it was about Ruchika and her inner turmoil which she was going through if she was still alive I thought!

I did not stop or intervene Meera on what she had to say. Soon from Ruchika’s story, she jumped on to her personal issues with her family life and then to her career. I could feel that she was telling me all her problems because she was seeking a remedy, a help on what she should be doing and I felt I was giving her remedy by listening to her.

Sometimes, you can give simple solution by lending your ear to the person.

How?
Simple. Just let them spit out the garbage that they have been holding inside in the form of words and they will thank you for being there. This is what I have learned in my career of 30 years. To be a good listener.

God, Meera didn’t stop till we landed and my ears were soring. All I wanted now was a minute of peace. I was desperately waiting for the flight to land. My focus was on Ruchika. Would she be alive? Will I be able to help?
I was carrying my Rider-Waite deck which I normally use but this was not the place and time to pick a card for guidance.

While Meera didn’t stop chattering, I interrupted her in between asking her if we could go to our hotel directly instead of Ruchika’s house first. Probably Meera got my indirect message and she thankfully kept quiet for a while and we took a cab to our hotel first !!

The flight had landed to the not so awesome weather of Delhi. After coming out of the plane, it was difficult for me to even breath.
Delhi is so polluted, I said to Meera
She laughed and said welcome to Delhi my birthplace.

One of the agents outside the airport took us to a hotel in Paharganj. I personally, didn’t like the area but I thought to myself that it was only a matter of one night. We checked into The Rosewood hotel.

After two hours chatter of Meera, finally my ears found some relief and I had my ME time in my hotel room.
I freshened up and took my cards out asking for the guidance. My Angels guided me to The Magician card. That was it! I knew what I was supposed to do.
The magician is one of my favorite card in the deck. It can be interpreted in many ways but in this case, I knew that I would be guided by my higher self and my divine power would support me.

Before leaving to Ruchika’s place I chose to sit down with the card of Magician in my hand and mediated on it for a while.

After 15 minutes, I heard a knock. I knew it was Meera and I was ready inside my heart. It was time for us to go to Ruchika’s house.

Life is a box of…

Life is a box of … said Roli and before she could complete her sentence her mother entered her room irritated and told her she was going out to buy groceries. Her mother left the house banging the door in anger behind. Roli kept sitting near her room window, took a deep breath and murmured…. Life is a box of loneliness and sadness. She wondered if her father would have been alive today her mum would have been much happier and sweeter. Momo, her pet would have danced around the house as he used to do because he was very happy when her father was around. She said to herself loudly “but now this house is silent as if it has lost its heartbeat.. and so am I”. Where is life leading me she wondered. There her pet Momo was pleading with her to take him for a walk so she put him on a leash and took him out for a walk.
Momo loved roaming around in circles around the park. Roli smilingly kept going on round and round as Momo wanted. Roli knew and also felt that going back to her house seemed like going back to a cremation ground where all she would hear would silent cries. She and Momo would often sit in front of the house for long hours before their mum would come back and then enter the home with her. The depression in all of them was at its peak. Roli had also lost her job. Her mum had become a zombie. She would only make food half-heartedly and then spend rest of her day sleeping or watching t.v. Is this the life I asked for, Roli asked God one day in her prayers and went away to sleep.
Next day, Roli asked her mother if they can go out for a short vacation as it seemed that the house was killing her. Her mother smiled and said they do not have any relative who would welcome them at their residence with Momo and also they did not have enough money to afford a vacation, so instead of having money spending ideas she should start looking for a job and forget about wasting money on vacations.
Roli took the newspaper and started looking for jobs which she found to be boring and monotonous. Out of the blues, her eyes went to an advertisement that said to learn and make money by investing in shares. That was it! she found a new line of work. Roli excitedly called on the number, took an appointment and reached the agency. The agency had two people in total. The owner was the broker himself and he had one assistant who would help him with his work.
Roli was baffled. How can an agency have two people? Both were elder to her but anyhow she wanted to learn so she shelled out her only savings and gave them the fees to teach her.
Roli was enjoying learning and soon started investing her money in shares and became a good broker herself within no time. She opened her own small office although she didn’t know where this new line of work would take her. She used her sleepless nights in reading and learning more about the share business. On the other hand, her mother was approached by her sister who was the owner of a bakery and asked her to help in her bakery with baking cakes and pastry. Roli’s mother agreed happily as she felt it was a good diversion and also she could earn some money too.
Time passed by, once a lonely home with no heartbeat was slowly reviving. Now the house was full of visitors. Roli also took to teaching others about the share business, simultaneously investing her own money too in shares. The earning’s had begun. Momo seemed to be happy and playful again. He had started playing with his toys again and ran happily all around the home. Still, the vacuum remained and not a day would pass without missing the man of the house!!
One night, a neighbor of Roli’s gifted her a book. Roli asked him the reason for a gift.He said It was his way of saying thanks to her.Roli had helped him sell his shares a higher rate when he was facing a financial crunch. Roli did not want to break his heart so smilingly she took the gift. The gift was wrapped in a beautiful heavy box. Roli was curious to open the box. Her heart was fluttering in excitement. She felt a tornado will appear suddenly and her life would take a new turn. She was unable to understand her own feelings right now, her hands were shaking while opening the box and everything happening was so unexplainable to her. Anyhow brave Roli did open the box and she saw a huge sky blue colored book with a small cute lock on it. In golden words, the name of the book was written.And it was ” Bringing dead ones back to life”. Roli was now very curious to read the book.As she opened the book the very first page of the book had a warning written in bold letters saying: USE THE SPELLS MENTIONED IN THE BOOK AT YOUR OWN RISK. The author does not stand responsible for it or for any consequences.
She started flipping through the pages. She stopped at a story of a boy who had lost his mother. She started reading the story. She was relating it to herself with it, as she too had lost her father and her happiness. The story had mentioned about a spell for calling back the dead ones. She read that spell forgetting that it could affect her life. While reading the spell she felt that the winds had started blowing with high intensity outside and the windows were banging with each other and the lights in her home were flickering. Momo hid under the bed and started howling. Roli got scared with all this going around her. She immediately shut the book and tried going back to sleep.
Being unaware what tomorrow would bring, she dreamt that she was with her father and was happy once again. Next day, very early morning the doorbell rang. They were sleeping including Momo. The doorbell rang again and Momo started barking in defense. Roli came out of her room and so did her mother. Since it was very early morning they were scared wondering who it could be at this wee hour. Roli held a stick and was ready to hit if it would be a burglar. She told her mother to open the door.
As her mother opened the door, her eyes widened and seemed to be in a state of shock. Roli asked her mother who was it but her mother was too numb to answer. Roli pushed her mother aside and came in front to attack.She was shocked to see her father standing in front of them. Her father was smiling and asking their permission to enter the house. They both were in surprise and let him in. Momo starting wagging his tail but when he sniffed him he ran to Roli’s room and hid under the bed.
Roli was smiling cheeks to ears and thanking the spell and book due to which she knew her father had come back. Her mother kept saying that she could not believe herself. It was not possible. But Roli was happy. Father, you are back. I am so happy to see you again. But she also felt her father had changed. His attitude was not the same. She felt he was trying to observe everyone. Roli saw some bruises on her father’s body and was worried She asked him how he had bruised himself so badly. How did you get that father?
Suddenly her father stood up and grabbed Roli from her neck saying since you missed me so much why don’t you come along to my world daughter. Roli’s mother started begging him to leave Roli. Roli struggled to release herself while saying we all missed your presence father. The winds again started blowing hard. Momo with great courage dragged the book with his mouth towards Roli.
Her father said, you only kept on saying that the life is a box of loneliness and sadness. It’s time for you to end your loneliness and sadness now. The mother saw the book and started desperately flipping the pages to find a solution. Roli screamed and asked her to read page number 45 where the boy had called his mother with the spell.
The father disregarded what she was talking and tightened his hold on her neck more forcefully. Roli was struggling to get out of the clutches of her father. Her mother in while read the spell and asked Roli to change her sentence
Roli was struggling and screamed what sentence mother.
Her mother told her to chant: Life is a box of…… finish that line. Choose words which would calm him. Roli was struggling and was on the edge of fainting. She struggled and with great difficulty chanted life is a box of love. Life is a box of lessons. Her father’s spirit was suddenly calm and they saw his spirit leaving their home. They saw him fading with a smile on his face. Before he left he said my dear daughter these bruises are inflicted on me whenever you cry for me. Each bruise is a tear you shed for me. It is good to recall happy memories you have in your heart and smile.This will help me move in my journey. When I gave you happy moments why you are torturing me with your sadness. I am now neither on earth nor in heaven because of your heavy grief and above that, you called me back to this world that is not mine now. How can I stay here when this world does not belong to me. He folded his hands and requested them to stop grieving and get on with their lives and enjoy the golden moment’s life has to offer them in future and remember him with the love he gave it to them with gratitude instead of cringing on the moments lost. With this, he vanished away. Roli and her mother were in tears but hugged and thank god that they still had each other to survive this life. Roli read the book and realized that their agony of losing a loved one often brings pain to them in their world hence the boy in the book lived his life and made his mother proud by becoming a good man in his world and learnt to thank his parents for giving him a chance to be a part of the world he was living in and taught his kids to be thankful to those who are in another world for supporting them from their world. He learned that the life is the box of opportunities, forming new relations and curiosity of what lies ahead may be another world.
Both Roli and her mother realized after reading the end of the book and the incident which they had been through that they must live their lives in an attitude of gratitude for those they have in their lives presently and those who have left them because their lesson with them came to an end in the present life.
From that day onwards, Roli and her mother would thank their father and husband respectively for giving them a happy life and joyful moments to cherish while he was alive and thank him for blessing them from the other world with love and gratitude ,and Roli when she became a mother she taught her kids that Life is a box of magical moments which they can feel and keep them in their memories but cannot bring it back in the same way it was ever. Hence the attitude of gratitude for what you have in the NOW moment makes you a good person. The journey of her life continues with these thoughts she lived…

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