‘For multiple things. You have to diversify what you offer, but start with one thing. She now gives life lessons, meditation, teaches a way of life, peace and happiness. But she started with one thing; when people came to Rani Maa, they were assured if there was any bad thing destined for them it would pass them by. It started with a minuscule idea, that if you were a victim of some black magic, she would cure you of that. She specialized in curing that for one two years, then it gradually became bigger…’

Rajjo laughed.

‘It started like that?’ Kuljeet stared at her.

‘She is very good, she knows what she is doing and she helps a lot of people. She has faith.’

Rajjo sobered down and started thinking seriously as to what she could offer people in the service of God.

‘Can I take away their sins?’

‘Even the son of god paid a price for it and you want to try?’ Kuljeet laughed and limped ahead.

They walked a little further to the grain market as Kuljeet placed her order with her regular trader. Within minutes, sacks of wheat, pulses, and rice were being loaded in a rickshaw for the ashram. The man was surprised that Kuljeet herself had made the trip. Kuljeet smiled and cited the weather that tempted her to step out.

‘Infertility?’ Rajjo suggested out of the blue. ‘Cure infertility!’ The shopkeeper gave them a weird look.

‘Can you?’

‘So something that cannot be quantified?’ muttered Rajjo making a mental note.

‘I am not going to be a sinner in your fabricated hoax.’ Kuljeet turned away.

‘You already sinned, you told me what not to do.’ smiled Rajjo.

Kuljeet gave her an odd look.

‘No, I am joking, I already knew that.’ Kuljeet sighed with relief.

Rajjo muttered a few more suggestions as they completed their round of the market and all the items were bought and loaded in the rickshaw.

They decided to walk back and it began to drizzle. It was strange to be sprayed with rain in November. The sky was warm and sunny, the wind was cold and biting and yet there was a light spray.

They treaded through the green fields, merrily swaying on both sides of the narrow path, and both Rajjo and Kuljeet were intoxicated by the weather. Suddenly the drizzle stopped.

And there it was, emerging from somewhere behind the lush patch of fruit gardens, a half rainbow.

It made Rajjo and Kuljeet stop midway.

‘I see God in this rainbow…’

‘I see colours,’ Rajjo muttered.

Kuljeet turned towards her and added gently. ‘Find it within you. The answer. Don’t look for it around you.’