It was just another one of those lazy afternoons at the
mall, when Diya fell in love yet again. This time the objet de desire was the
new Jimmy Choo shoes straight off the Winter 2013 runway. Little did she realize that this show stopper would stop her in her tracks. As she admired the intricate handmade
work, her mind was racing thinking of different outfits that would go perfectly
with these perfect shoes.
“Would you like to try them on?” the Sales woman interrupted
her thoughts, but Diya was not complaining. “Yes, absolutely” she replied in
excitedly. The shoes fit like a glove, definitely a sign from above. After all,
looking good was as close to feeling good about yourself.
Diya left the store with a lighter purse and another task in
mind. The shoes definitely needed a matching bag; off to Louis Vuitton she went
to find the perfect match for her shoes. The next hour was spent carefully
picking out a handbag, a scarf and a clutch. On the way home she updated her
Facebook status, “On my home with Jimmy Choo and Louis Vuitton.“
On reaching home, the bags were set aside and Diya launched
into a phone frenzy calling up her friends to describe her latest purchases. Rhea, Diya’s older sister, understood
from the excitement that Diya had a successful day out shopping. Rhea was
turning 24 in a week’s time, and she secretly wished that Diya had not spent
her entire paycheck on a birthday gift. Rhea knew exactly what she wanted to do
on her birthday and had made arrangements at the Local orphanage for a mid day
meal and gifts for the kids.
Rhea’s birthday finally arrived and a disappointed Diya
reluctantly agreed to accompany her sister to the orphanage. It didn’t take
much time for Rhea to mingle with the children and participate in their games,
Diya on the other hand was a mute spectator glancing at her watch and wishing
she could go back home. The children were delighted to cut a birthday cake with
Rhea, it took some time for the younger ones to understand the significance of
a birthday. After the lunch was served and the children received their gifts,
the girls bid good bye and returned home.
The day started out as a disappointment for Diya, and hours
of inactivity at the orphanage only made her more furious. Diya failed to
understand the need or significance of helping the orphans. Rhea was in for a
shock when she stepped into the car, as Diya hurled unkind words at her and her
gesture to the orphanage. The car screeched to a halt in the driveway and Rhea
bolted to her room with tears in her eyes. Diya was upset at the turn of events
and arranged to meet with her friends at the nearby coffee shop.
After a few hours of cajoling and convincing, Diya decided
to take her friend’s advice and apologize to her sister. Much to her surprise,
Rhea was not angry but was waiting to talk to her. It was time that Diya learnt
the truth. Rhea began to speak, “The orphanage we visited today is very close
to my heart, because it is where I first met mom and dad. Yes, Diya! I was an orphan;
my parents abandoned me when I was a baby. I still remember thinking that no
one would ever love me and that I would remain at the orphanage forever. Every
time we had visitors my friends and I were on our best behavior, hoping that we
would impress them enough to adopt us. I was very lucky to be adopted by mom
and dad when being loved and having a home seemed like a remote possibility.” Diya
was dumbstruck at this revelation and could not believe what she just heard.
Rhea continued, “The money we spend on expensive clothes and accessories will
not make a difference in anyone’s life but our own. A good meal for the kids in
the orphanage would cost us less than Rs. 6000 and it would make a world of
difference to them. I am glad that I was able to make all those children happy
today on my birthday.”
It then hit Diya, Rhea was just not doing charity work, instead
was helping others who suffered the same fate as her. She realized that she
could help make other’s lives better by being a little compassionate towards
their situation and needs. Materialistic possessions cannot replace the
treasure of experience. Looking good, may help you feel good, but making a
difference in other’s lives will make a bigger impact which will not be limited
to an individual.
[This is my first attempt at Short Story writing, kindly leave your feedback as a comment. Thank you for reading! :) ]