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My friend once said to me, “Gemstones are a scam. If you really want something valuable, just buy gold or silver.” She said it so confidently that for a moment it made me smile, not because I agreed, but because I knew exactly why she thought that way. That friend is Suhana.
Today, Suhana and I are friends. But we were not always on good terms. Our story goes back to a Hong Kong tour in 2019, which changed a lot of things in my life, especially the way I saw people, relationships, and even beliefs around gemstones.
Back then, I was already known in my circle as the “gemstone expert” or “gemstone girl.” People often came to me asking about crystals, their energies, and their effects. In my group, this was almost like my identity. But as it happens in many groups, when someone new enters, the dynamics change. Some people accept them easily, while others take time or sometimes never accept them at all.
Suhana was new to our group. I don’t know exactly whether she believed in gemstones or not, but one thing was clear from the beginning she didn’t like me. I could feel it, even before we properly spoke. Sometimes energy between people speaks louder than words.
When I first met her during our flight to Hong Kong, I already sensed that she wasn’t happy with my presence in the group. She barely interacted with me. It wasn’t direct rudeness, but it was distance. A kind of invisible wall. I told myself maybe it was just my imagination, but deep inside, I knew something was off.
When we landed and reached the hotel, my feeling became stronger. The entire trip felt like it was going to be emotionally intense. We were a group of ten girls, traveling together, sharing rooms, meals, plans, and experiences. But even in a group of ten, I felt strangely alone.
Nobody really talked to me much. Nobody made an effort to include me. It was as if I was present physically but not emotionally accepted. At first, I tried to fit in. I tried to smile, initiate conversations, and be part of the group energy. But after multiple failed attempts, I realized something important, I should stop forcing myself where I am not welcomed.
That night, the group planned to go to a club. Everyone was excited. Music, dancing, and fun were on the agenda. But I knew one thing very clearly: if I went there, I would probably end up sitting alone again, feeling out of place. So I decided not to go.
Instead, I chose meditation. I always believed that when external situations become uncomfortable, internal balance becomes more important. I decided to stay back, calm my mind, and sleep early.
Around 10:30 PM, there was a knock on my hotel room door. I paused for a moment. I thought about ignoring it, but curiosity made me open it. When I opened the door, I saw Simran standing there.
Simran said, “Come on, Lakshmi, Anam, Ashwini, everyone is waiting. We are going to the club.”
I gently replied, “Simran, you go. I don’t feel like coming.”
She looked surprised and asked, “Why? What happened?”
I hesitated for a second and then said honestly, “Nobody is talking to me. I don’t feel like I belong there. I created this group, and today I feel like I’m the only one outside it. And I don’t even understand Suhana… who she is and why things feel so strange.”
Simran sighed and said casually, “Just leave it, Pooja. Suhana is Lakshmi’s friend. It’s nothing serious. Don’t overthink it.”
After a lot of convincing, I finally agreed to go with them. Maybe a part of me still wanted to try.
We reached the club. Loud music, flashing lights, and energetic people filled the space. Everyone started enjoying themselves. Drinks, dance, laughter all of it began flowing naturally among the group.
But something interesting happened that night. As usual, I wore my amethyst pendant. I always believed it helped me stay calm and centered in chaotic environments. And somehow, it always attracted attention. That night was no different.
People noticed it. Some asked about it. Some complimented it. It naturally became a small point of attraction in conversations. But I could feel Suhana observing me from a distance. Her expression changed slightly. Not anger exactly, but discomfort.
She didn’t say anything at that moment, but I noticed she kept looking toward Lakshmi and speaking in a sharp tone. I couldn’t hear everything, but her body language showed irritation.
After some time, I felt overwhelmed by the environment. The loud music, the crowd, and the emotional tension within the group made me step outside for fresh air. I was not feeling fully present anymore. So I decided to leave early and go back to the hotel.
When I returned, I saw that most people were still enjoying themselves, but Suhana was sitting alone at a table. She looked frustrated and disconnected. For a moment, I felt something maybe empathy.
I walked up to her and offered her a glass of water. She took it silently, drank it, and looked at me for a second. But instead of responding warmly, she simply stood up and walked back toward Lakshmi. It felt like she was avoiding any connection with me.
That night, everyone returned late. Tired, silent, and drained. There was no conversation, just exhaustion. I could sense that something within the group was still unsettled.
The next morning, I woke up early as usual. I have a habit of waking up before everyone else. The hotel was quiet, and there was a cold, moist breeze in the air. I went down to the ground floor for breakfast.
To my surprise, Suhana was already there. I greeted her politely, saying good morning. But she responded with attitude and avoided eye contact. I didn’t react. I simply had my breakfast in silence.
That day, I decided something. I would not try to fix anything anymore. I would not force conversations. I would not chase acceptance. I stayed in my room for most of the day, doing meditation and reflecting on everything.
Only one thought kept coming to my mind: “When will this trip end?”
Five days passed like this. The trip was for eleven days in total. I spent most of my time alone, observing, thinking, and trying to maintain my inner peace. The group continued exploring places, going out, and enjoying, while I stayed in my own space.
Finally, on the ninth day, Lakshmi planned a group dinner. She requested everyone to come together. Maybe she wanted to bring harmony back into the group. I decided to attend.
That evening, I wore a hessonite garnet ring. I liked its energy and grounding effect. I didn’t think much about it just wore it as usual and went for dinner.
When I arrived, I noticed Suhana looking at me again. This time, her expression was different. Less irritation, more curiosity. Almost like she was trying to understand something she couldn’t explain.
I ignored it and focused on my food, planning to finish dinner quickly and leave.
Then suddenly, I heard her voice.
“You talk a lot about gemstones. But do you really believe in them?”
I looked up. She was directly speaking to me for the first time properly since the trip began.
I replied calmly, “Gemstones are gifts of nature. They are not just stones. They carry energy. They can help with healing, chakra balancing, and even improving intuition.”
She raised her eyebrows slightly and said, “Really? Do they actually work, or is it just belief?”
I smiled slightly and said, “Sometimes belief is the beginning of experience.”
She paused for a moment, then suddenly reached for my hand. She looked at my ring closely and asked, “What ring are you wearing?”
I said, “It’s a hessonite garnet ring.”
And at that exact moment, I realized something had shifted. Not just in her tone, but in her curiosity. It felt like she was not arguing anymore she was trying to understand.
That was when I finally understood what her real problem was. It was never really about gemstones.
But before I could say anything more, she looked at me again, as if she was about to reveal something important about herself, something she had been hiding this entire time.
And just like that, the moment stopped there.
Because what happened next… changed everything I thought I knew about Suhana, about this trip, and even about gemstones themselves.
If you want to know what really happened after that dinner, wait for the next part of this story.