​The fog grew thicker as they drove uphill. Every person in the bus was getting worried about his safety. The driver drove slowly and carefully.
​"I can hardly see anything now," said Diya worriedly, "how is the driver driving in such thick fog?"
​"Dont worry Diya," said Nisha, "just a few more minutes and we shall arrive."
​The bus finally arrived at the huge gates of a beautiful hotel. Unlike its sister branch this one didnt have a palace like look but it was still huge. It had the look of an ancient cottage and outside it were present beautiful gardens with fresh flowers and lush green grass.
​Everyone got down from the bus and so did the girls. They got out their luggage and slowly began to move out.
​"How I wish," said Diya, "that we could live a life we imagine."
​"At least," said Nisha," we have a right to imagine. You know when I will get back to work the only thing that will support me is my imagination. Maybe happiness isn't meant for all. Maybe in some other lifetime or in some other world our dreams will come true."
​Diya felt emotional listening to her words. She wished and prayed for a miracle. She wished for something to happen for them and their dreams.
​Nisha slowly began to walk towards the gates. Just then a thought hit her and she said," Diya as now we are parting ways, I just wanted to ask you something."
​"If a genie popped up from somewhere and gave you two options for a wish..."
​"Two options?" asked Diya feeling confused.
​"Yes," said Nisha," If he asked you that either you get one million dollars or the life of your dreams then what would you choose?"
​"The life of my dreams includes one million dollars," replied Diya with a smile.
​"Okay, so lets put this differently. If he says that you either get one million dollars or you get to remember our mini adventure then what would you choose?"
​"Oh, I see. So the wicked genie wants to erase my memory. Well then I would have preferred my bitter memories being deleted."
​"So these memories arent bitter?"
​"I don't want to forget a friend like you, I don't want to forget that I tried to chase my dreams and I don't want to forget my meetings with Santa."
​Nisha smiled pleasantly and said, "Well Diya, if we return to our old lives we are aiming towards earning lots of money by getting a good job. And once we get back to it, sooner or later we shall eventually forget our journey together."
​"So you mean," said Diya, "that the universe is the genie right now asking us to choose."