The Desert Lily

Epilogue

So, before I say anything, I would really like to thank a beautiful soul starlessxskies for reviewing The Desert Lily in her book titled 'Ramblings'. I'm very much delighted by the fact that you found this book worthy enough to spend so much time and effort upon. It really means a huge lot to me.

IMPORTANT NOTE
Since this is the epilogue, I'll really have to say this. I repeat again that I'm grateful for all the love I've been shown. But there's something which makes me a tad bit hurt. The previous chapter of desert lily has  675 views, but not even one fourth of the viewers felt like voting. Not even one fifth of the people felt like commenting. I know that there are various reasons behind someone being a silent reader. I myself was one before. My reason was that I felt extremely shy or introverted to be noted. But that changed gradually when I came to realize that the stories I read deserves my vote or comments and I'll have to break my shell someday (but many of you may not be voting /commenting because you think I don't deserve it, which is totally understandable:)). I understood better when I started writing myself. I know what feedback means to a writer. All I want to say is, someday you may also become a writer and that day you will understand what is the value of feedback.
I know things are not good right now, so I'll be wrong to demand anything. I just keep on telling myself that I write for myself and the ones who find a second for me to leave a vote or a minute to leave a comment and that added with my passion was what made me write all these days.
But is it that difficult to click on the star icon? Do I sound greedy if I ask you to leave three-four words on what you think about my story which you've been reading?
If I do. Then greedy Iam:)
But anyway, I should be feeling lucky since there are better writers who lack response.
Ohkkay forget it, thank you if you have read this rant.

Epilogue

"You're repenting for your sins. Aren't you? "Fr. Paul asked as he kept a paycheck inside the drawer of his table. 
N

aveen withdrew his eyes from the priest's face and fixed it on the floor. 
"I can understand, Naveen. You've been a great help to the orphanage run by our church.I also came to know about the services you are providing to some NGOs. "the priest said, using a calm tone. 
"Men are bound to make mistakes. And you did a horrible one. Almost unforgivable by any human. But god will. If you truly regret your wrongdoings. "Fr. Paul chose his words carefully. 

Naveen rose from the chair he was seated on. Then slowly smiled at the priest. 
Fr. Paul patted on his shoulders and exited the room with him. 

Suddenly a kid came running to Naveen. She looked at him with her eyes, gleaming with anticipation for something. 

His lips curled up as he searched for a candy in his pocket.He gave it to her and she smiled in joy. He patted her head and proceeded to the church which was just a walk away.

On his way, he bought a candle from  a stall which was very near to the church compound. 

The church had a heavily tranquil aura. One that would make you feel peaceful too. And it had always been helpful for him.It allowed him to contemplate without any disturbance. To soothe his mind which was vehemently searching for something which he could not name. 

He had realised his mistake when he ended up in the same situation he had gifted someone in the past. It made him ponder over his deeds and finally came to the conclusion that he deserved it. Every bit of it. For hurting a woman who trusted him, loved him and cherished every moment she spent with him. 

He didn't know what gave him the courage to call her, very well aware that he'll be denied and insulted,which he knew he deserved. Every bit of it.