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.
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.
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.
As the witch stirs her cauldron, she teaches us to trust in her brewing skills. She is an expert at her work. Her magic can create havoc or peace depending upon her will. Trust in her powers and worship her with love. Her cauldron is bubbling with brewing contents and she is dancing with joy.
Nisha glanced through her article one last time before printing it out. She was quite surprised on getting to know that the title of the monthly magazine had been changed to “Knitting in babblebrook” with the front cover depicting the picture of an old woman resting on a huge wooden armchair close to the fireplace and knitting a sweater with a jack-o-lantern placed in one corner while the back cover showed the same woman knitting the same sweater in a beautiful garden during daytime with crisp golden leaves surrounding her. It was a beautiful and smart way to portray how cozy or hyggeligt a stay at the hotel would be.
“But you both must write something about witches and pagans too,” Ms. Kalpana had told them,” I am sure that the concept of Hygge combined with the spark of Halloween will attract so many more tourists to our hotel.”
Diya had decided to combine the beauty of nature at fall time with the witches using the ingredients from nature to brew a potion in the cauldron. She had titled her section as “The Bubbling Cauldron” and she was going to write about herbs, essential oils and all the wonderful ingredients mother earth blesses us with while Nisha was writing about the beauty of embracing our inner witch along with practices to celebrate a cozy halloween.
The girls were going to spend their weekend at the hotel. They were given a room in the staff chambers of the creative unit but the workload was so much that they hardly got any time to rest.
“For the first time in my life, I am not waiting for supper time,” said Nisha scribbling something onto her notepad,” Maybe this is what working at a job you love feels like.”
“I am missing Santa,” said Diya,” He hasnt been around for quite sometime now.”
“Its Halloween,” said Nisha,” Its time for the witches and ghosts to appear.”
The moment she said it, the murderous eyes of the evil man flashed in front of her. The way he had stared at her in the darkness, the creepy sensation of his hand sliding through her hair, that thunderbolt of fear she had felt…………She could recall every single detail of it.
“I miss Ms. Manya and Mrs. Nitya,”said Diya,” I wonder where they are now.”
“I want to know if the mystery about the kidnappings was resolved,” said Nisha standing up.
“But how?” asked Diya,” Mrs. Nitya and Ms. Manya wont ever reveal it to us.”
“But Ahan….” Nisha said to herself,” If Dr. Rajat is truly involved in any of the crimes, Ahan might certainly have some idea about it. I must get some information out of him. But I need to be very careful.”
“What exactly are you thinking?”asked Diya when she saw Nisha lost in her chain of thoughts.
“Hello!” Arjun’s voice made both the girls turn around to face him.
“What are you doing here?” asked Nisha with a puzzled look on her face.
“They both are hosting another workshop here,” Diya told her.
“Quite surprising,” said Nisha,” But anyway, I have some important tasks lined up. I will see you both later.”
“Nisha,” Arjun said in a firm voice,”No greetings, no questions about our workshop and you are leaving in hurry. What is that supposed to mean?”
“Mr. Nishant wants these drafts in his office by 7 pm. Its already 6:30, I need to finish them soon. He doesnt seem to be in a good mood today.”
“We must not give him any chance to complain,” said Diya with a worried look on her face,” You better hurry up.”