Hygge Diaries Chap 5- Moonlight as the last hope

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“Okay, so this Eden guy wants Pink’s blood to feed his starving mosquito girlfriend. Thats really weird.” Prerna was constantly whispering.

“No!” Sonarika whispered back,” That wicked lady must have hypnotised him.”

“To get Pink’s blood?” whispered Prerna,” This Pink seems to be too important.”

“O look, there comes our beloved Hyena again.”

“Stay quiet Prerna!” said Sonarika giving her an angry look,” I have told you so many times. That creature is not a hyena. Its the spirit of the Tree God who comes to check if all students are using eco-friendly materials.”

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Hygge Diaries Chap 4- Blood is in the air

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” I cant believe this!” Prerna whispered angrily as she and Sonarika made their way through the narrow passage looking about for their seats,” You finally dragged me here to watch this pathetic movie. The next three hours are going to be horrible!”

“Shut up now!” said Sonarika,”Thank God we got the tickets. I was reading “How to make your wish come true” by Mishti Sen and I came across the concept of the law of attraction and……………………………..”

“And the only wish you could think of was this ridiculous movie!” Prerna tried hard to keep her voice as low as possible as they stood up for the national anthem.

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“This is heaven,” said Sonarika as the background score of the movie played in the theatre.

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Rapunzel and her moonlight Chap 77- Green chillies, red chillies and the Scarecrow

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The girls arrived at Mrs. Narayani’s house just at the time of sunset. The house was actually a beautiful cottage and there was a small kitchen garden on the outside. There were green and red chillies growing all over along with some lemons and brinjals. Vividha put down the boxes and knocked at the door. Ragini stood there silently trying to stop her tears from washing over her face. She could not bear the thought of having to work at Ms. Manya’s house for even one more day.

A middle aged housemaid opened the door. By the look on her face it seemed that she was expecting them.

“Ms. Manya rang Mrs. Narayani this afternoon,” she said opening the door wide for them to walk in,” Are these her paintings?”

“Yes,” replied Vividha,” We have come to deliver these.”

“Thank you so much,” she said,” Peter will take them in.”

A middle aged man appeared at the door and picked up the boxes.

“Put them in Madam’s room,” said the lady,” And ask Mrinal to prepare some tea for these lovely girls.”

“O please do come in! Mrinal makes excellent herbal tea. It will warm you up.”

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Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 138- The Angry Witch

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Sometimes life isnt hard, it just appears to be hard because we are stressed about useless things and we arent acting from a place of love. This usually happens when we are operating from a mind filled with fear. When we approach our life from a mind filled with love and hope, we act as our highest self who knows how to create miracles.

Nisha couldnt sleep. She was feeling lost and uneasy. She didnt know what was wrong with her but she surely knew that something was amiss.

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“Diya,” she whispered.

Diya woke up and turned around.

“I am so sorry for disturbing your sleep,” said Nisha,” But I have this very strong gut feeling that things arent really wrong in the world outside of us. Something is wrong within us.”

“And what exactly is that something?”asked Diya in her soft sleepy voice.

“I dont know,” said Nisha,” Maybe its that part of us which was cursed so often that now its afraid and ashamed to express itself. Maybe its that crazy dreamer within us who wants to do crazy stuff and create magic. Maybe its that little girl who just wants to live a carefree life or maybe its that wise woman who wants to be bold and hold her head up high.”

“Maybe,” whispered Diya in a sleepy tone.

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Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 139- Knitting in Babblebrook

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The winter is the season of the witch when she connects with her wisdom yet again and rises as the enchantress to heal all lost souls and guide them back to love, to mend all broken hearts and soothe them with her spells, to create a new tomorrow full of suprises and wonder and to grant courage to us mortal beings to aim for the highest. The witch knows her worth and she owns her power, not ready to part with her throne at any cost for she knows her heart well and does all it says.
What are dreams? Mere visions we have when we fall asleep? Or glimpses of imagination we experience to distract ourselves from our mundane life? What are dreams? Visions, imagination, distractions, wishes, what are they?
As the witch owns her throne, she clarifies what dreams are. Dreams are God’s roadmap he gifts us with love and warmth. Dreams are thoughts which if chosen will make us who we are destined to be. Dreams are not nightmares which haunt our sleep. Dreams are not scary visions which threaten us. Dreams are created out of fairydust, baked with the warmth of the dragonflame, garnished with a sprinkle of magic and served to us with divine grace.
The witch owns her mistakes carrying no regret for she knows that its her divine right to make mistakes. The witch embraces pain as the gift of the divine. She lights the candle and heals in the warmth of its flame tending to the fire within her, rising as the dragon and breathing light into this dark world.

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Every cindrella was once left alone in torn clothes, every Snow White was once abandoned from her kingdom, every Rapunzel was once locked up in darkness. And every Cindrella believed in magic, every Snow White believed in love and every Rapunzel trusted her heart. And thats how their dreams manifested into reality.
If you feel you have waited too long, think of Rapunzel who spent her childhood longing to be free, think of Cindrella who worked endlessly for years, think of Snow White who stayed away from her home and ate the poisonous apple. Its never too long and its never too late. When the clock will strike the hour of magic, things will change, love will rise and all that you have wished for will come true.

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Hygge Diaries Chap 3- Spooky Eden

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“No Mr. Eden! You cannot harm Miss Pink,” Sonarika was yelling in her sleep,” She loves you so much. You were going to propose to her. No! Stop. Please……”

“This girl even dreams about such ridiculous stuff,” Prerna grumbled turning on the light.

“Will you mind shutting up now!”said Prerna giving Sonarika a slight push to wake her up,” I am done with all this ghost drama.”

“O dear,” said Sonarika slowly opening her eyes,”Mr. Eden, he really was a ghost and……And Miss Pink, o my, poor Miss Pink, she thought that he was her true love and he…….He stabbed her!”

“Beloved Goddess!” said Prerna holding her head,” Why the hell did I put this thought into your head? I feel so sleepy.”

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Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 137- The Midnight Revelations

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Nisha lay on her bed wrapped in her warm woolen quilt shivering despite of the room being so warm. She could hear Diya speaking to someone over the phone. She found peace in the crackling sounds of the fireplace.

“If your nausea is any better, I will make some soup for you,” said Diya sitting on the bed beside her.

“No, thank you,” said Nisha in a weak voice,” Its still the same. I feel so cold. God please save me.”

“Its okay sweetie,” said Diya,” Periods can be really frustrating sometimes. Its good that you arent having any cramps.”

“Its Saturday tomorrow and I really want to give in my best for the magazine launch. But I wonder if these periods will let me do that!”

“Its okay Nisha,” said Diya,”Dont you worry, this nausea will go away in sometime. Then I will get you some nice mushroom soup. It will make you feel warm and strong.”

Nisha was feeling too sleepy. She closed her eyes and she could feel immense gratitude for having a source of income, a loving and caring friend and a warm place to stay in. She could feel her nausea increasing in its intensity and her body began to feel more and more weak.

“Diya,” she said,” Its only getting worse.”

“Take some rest dear. And I will massage your feet with some fresh lemon oil. I have read that its fragrance helps ease nausea.”

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Rapunzel and her moonlight Chap 76- A walk through the woods

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“There is one last thing you must do before you leave,” Ms. Manya told Ragini upon getting to know that she was finally leaving,” Mrs. Narayani, my beloved friend has come to town. She had given me some of her paintings but sadly none of them could sell. It is only fair that they be returned to her. I want you to carry them to her house and also give her my good wishes.”

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Ragini smiled upon hearing this. Maybe Ms. Manya wasnt as evil as she had thought. Maybe she did have a soft corner for people.

Ragini went to the storeroom and packed the paintings very carefully in cardboard boxes. The paintings werent too huge and fit easily into the smaller boxes.

“Now there are six boxes here,” she said,” I cannot carry them alone. I should ask Vividha to help me.”

“But why on earth did she ask you to deliver these boxes?” asked Vividha surprised by the news. She picked up one of the boxes to check how heavy it was.

“Not quite heavy though,” she said,”I can easily carry four of these. You better carry only two. You already look so pale.”

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Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 136- She found hope in a scam

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“So how did the meeting go? Was Mr. Nishant pleased to meet you?”

Arjun and Nisha were having a conversation over the phone. He wanted to know how things had turned out at the Babblebrook hotel.

“Diya met Mr. Nishant,” spoke Nisha,” I too was going to meet him but then Ahan showed up and I…………………….I thought that I should better put some matters to rest.”

“So that man hasnt learnt his lesson yet,” said Arjun angrily,”I think he deserves another slap from you.”

“Calm down Arjun. He behaved pretty well yesterday. Besides that, he told me about some terrible incients that had happened at the Nightshade hotel. I guess you were right. Maybe these matters are connected to my life in some way. I feel that I must stop running away from them and face them right away.”

“When are you going there again?”he asked sounding a bit concerned.

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Hygge Diaries Chap 2- Humpty Dumpty ran away

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“Cockroach cockroach go away. Never come another day. Little Prerna wants to pee…..” Prerna was standing at the door of the washroom feeling terribly scared of the monstrous creature running about on the marble floor sensing things with its long antennae.

“Sona!” yelled Prerna,” If you are done with your midnight date with the demons, please come here and help me out!”

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“Now whats the matter?” said Sonarika burning some more sage,” Its just a little cockroach. It wont swallow you up.”

“This dumb girl is completely useless,” muttered Prerna angrily,”Here I have to pee urgently and she is busy filling up our room with more and more smoke. Incense, sage, candles, now whats left?”

“Prerna,” said Sonarika in a loud voice, “Have you seen my essential oil diffuser?”

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