Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, events and locales are either a product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictous manner. Any resemblance to any event and/or person living and/or dead is purely coincidental. We do not intend on offending any race, religion or community.
“I have made up my mind and I am not going to stop now. I chose to stay here as I wanted to help Mrs. Narayani and the owners of this place. I have tried enough but nothing seems to be working out. I cannot go on living like this. I am going to join “The Midnight Blossom” and I am leaving this house forever.”
Ragini was having a conversation with herself. The Midnight Blossom was a small place located close to the woods. It provided services like spell casting, oracle card readings, training on witchcraft, meditative exercises, intuitive readings and connecting with fourth and fifth dimensional beings. The place opened for customers only from 12 am to 4am because none of them would prefer to be seen there in broad daylight for practices like spellwork and intuitive readings were thought of as rituals of the devil and considered as crazy woo-woo stuff.
Ragini found absolutely nothing wrong with these practices. She thought that instead of midnight, the place should stay open in the early hours of morning and evening.
“I am sure that I will get a job there,” she thought,” I have faith in myself and the Goddess.”
It was 3am at night. Ragini planned to visit the Midnight Blossom at 3:50 am right before its closing time. She knew Mr. and Mrs. Deshmukh pretty well. Their daughters had been her batchmates at high school. She had come to know that they ran a crystal healing store at the Midnight Blossom and many customers had experienced the profound healing benefits of the crystals.
Ragini left the house at exactly 3:30 am. It was pretty dark outside, so Ved was accompanying her.
“I am so relieved that you are finally leaving this place,” he said,”but how are you going to get a job there? Do you have any idea about such practices?”
“I do love intuitive readings and have always longed to be a part of such gatherings,” she said,” I dont know the how but I believe that everything shall be all right.”
They arrived at the place at exactly 3:50 am. Ved left after wishing her good luck. Ragini rushed in and climbed upstairs making her way to “The Deshmukh crystal store”. But sadly for her, one of the customers told her that the store was shut down the week before as Mrs. Deshmukh was rushed to the hospital and had to undergo an emergency hysterectomy. The surgery costed a lot of money and the hospital expenses too had to be paid for. So Mr. Deshmukh sold all the crystals from his shop to a wealthy merchant at a great price.
“I pray that Mrs. Deshmukh has a speedy recovery,” Ragini said to herself. Feeling extremely upset she had made up her mind to go back home when her eyes fell upon a small shop at the farthest end of the building. Ragini walked upto the shop and knocked at the door. She was greeted by a middle aged woman and asked to come in.
“I am sorry for disturbing you,” said Ragini as she walked in.
“Dont you worry dear,” said the woman,” We always love customers.”
“I am sorry but I am not a customer,” said Ragini,” I came here with the hope to find some work.”
“I see,” said the woman sitting down on a huge wooden armchair,” Here we preach Goddess teachings and host women’s gatherings. We even help women in connecting with the Goddess within. How do you think you can help?”
“I really dont know how to preach,” she said,” But I am learning to paint. I can design Goddess oracle cards and create pamphlets for every gathering you host.”
“I see,” said the woman,” For every gathering we welcome our customers into our sacred space and invite the Goddesses to guide us. For our next gathering we need Goddess Tara oracle cards, a beautiful painting of her and we even want you to prepare twelve sacred boxes as gifts for our twelve beloved customers. Each box must contain some sage, some sandalwood incense, a tiny bottle of essential oil and a tiny pocket journal. You must go shopping and get the boxes prepared.”
“I will try my best mam,” spoke Ragini.
“If your work is good enough, we promise you thirteen hundred rupees for every gathering we host.”
Ragini was delighted to hear this. Finally, she could see the silver lining on the dark cloud.