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Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 140- Mr. Nishant wants advice

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Mr. Nishant was staring at a picture on hisdesk when Nisha knocked at his door. The sound of her knuckles beating on the wooden door broke his chain of thoughts which had been keeping him from work for the past two hours.

“Please do come in,” he said in an authoritative voice.

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“A very good evening to you,” said Nisha walking in with some printouts in her hands,” I hope you are doing very well. Its a pretty foggy evening here. The interior designers have done a splendid job by building these magnificent fireplaces.”

“They surely have,” said Mr. Nishant with pride,” We could have installed room heaters but fireplaces have a charm of their own, although Ms. Diya still argues about how unwise it is to chop down trees to keep the fire burning.”

“I came here to show you some of my drafts. I believe Diya showed Ms. Kalpana some of her drafts this afternoon.”

“And I even wrote about Goddess Panchamama and how she is our mother dragon,” Diya was happily talking about her work with Arjun,”Everytime we harm nature, she roars and shakes and creates earthquakes and landslides.”

“The Babblebrook hotel has huge fireplaces,” said Arjun,” Isnt this harming nature?”

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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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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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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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Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 135- In love with the storm

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“Its a stormy night yet again. I can smell the wet mud and feel these mighty winds upon my skin. I have no idea why I am suddenly so in love with these storms. I used to be scared of them once upon a time. But now, everything feels so different. I am slowly falling in love with this new life of mine. For years I have struggled for that one job, that one promotion, that one letter of appreciation. But now, all I want is peace and meaning in my life. I am no longer drawn to stuff that does not make my soul sparkle and my heart glow with joy. Wealth, fame and good fortune, nothing lasts forever. I want to spend my life in a way that I feel good about it, not what has been termed as good by the mortal beings.” Nisha sat alone in the corridor of the building thinking about her past, present and future. She had been through a lot and even in the present moment life was not easy. But she was convinced that she would not bow down to temporary stuff that would never bring her happiness in any form.

Diya was preparing some green apple curry for dinner. She had sliced the apples and was now busy chopping the onions. She was in a pretty happy mood as she felt that finally her talent would get the recognition it deserved. She removed the chopped garlic from the frying pain and added sone chopped onions to it. She waited for a few minutes for the onions to change their colour before adding some curry powder to the mixture.

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Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 134- Back to Babblebrook

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The Babblebrook Hotel was located at the heart of the town. If anyone had ever dreamt of an enchanted castle, this was it. Ranging from antique portraits to rustic book shelves, from huge wooden armchairs to glittering carpets, the place looked nothing less than an ancient magical store of the witches. The staircases were adorned with soft fluffy carpets with complex intricated embroidered patterns of leaves and fairies, the floor had a soothing wooden look coupled with a touch of marble and stone.

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Nisha walked up the huge wooden staircase reaching to a point where an old painting caught her attention. She stopped to look at the beautiful work of art and wondered why she was so captivated by its charm. It was a simple painting of a girl sitting on her knees with her hands folded and her head bowed down in prayer.

“I am glad you are back.” A sharp bitter voice spoke to Nisha. She turned around and saw Ahan staring angrily at her.

“Ahan,” she spoke in a troubled voice,” I  heard about you. Its high time you understand that I do not wish to be with you and move on. Your silly tricks wont change my mind.”

“So Arjun told you that I visited his shop,” he spoke in a bitter tone,”Dont get me wrong Nisha. I was so heart-broken that I…………”

“I get it Ahan,” she said,” I hope that you too are getting it.”

Diya sat down in Mr. Nishant’s office with a worried look on her face. She could see Mr. Ajay standing outside through the glass door. She took a deep breath in and released it.

“So Ms. Diya,” said Mr. Nishant walking in,” We have decided to collaborate with you for the next edition of our magazine. We are planning on giving it a kind of garden theme this month. We have established four beautiful gardens in addition to a new swimmimg pool. Keeping in mind the needs of our customers, we feel that they should enjoy the comfort of sitting in the sun amidst lush green trees and blooming flowers. Your work appears pretty interesting and I think it shall be able to attract more customers. As for Ms. Nisha, we need her help with our upcoming Christmas edition where we are planning on promoting our newly furnished halls with comfy armchairs and cozy fireplaces. I believe that Ms. Nisha’s articles on Hygge shall be able to spread the message of togetherness and attract more customers to our lovely hotel.”

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Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 133- Fear as a lighthouse

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Fear is often the gateway to our dreams. It looks like the old cracked door of a haunted castle which we dare not enter but once we make that bold move we realise that the castle looks very much like the land of our dreams. Those cobwebs which look so disgusting can be dusted off pretty easily. Spiders then run for their lives as we aim at them with the broom. The web of confusion too can be dusted off once inspired action hits at it like a shooting star with a powerful healing intensity.”

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Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 132- Be not afraid my Love

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“Are you all right?” asked Vivan when he saw that Nisha was lost in her own thoughts.

“No,” she spoke absent mindedly,”I dont like this offer at all. What if………”  She suddenly realised what she way saying and stopped. She looked around her and it took her a moment to come back to her senses.

“Trust me Nisha,” spoke Diya enthusiastically, “Its all going to turn out pretty well this time.”

“I doubt this,” said Nisha,” I am not willing to take this risk.”

“Lets call it a leap of faith then,”said Diya not at all in a mood to give up, “Cheer up now, will you?”

 

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Santa Claus is coming tonight Chap 131- A not so good offer

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“You seem to be in a happy mood today,”Nisha asked Arjun as they sat down on a wooden log with the warm golden sun shining upon them.

“Something magical happened with me,” he said wrapping his arms around himself,” On Hallowe’s eve, I received a loving message from Grandma.”

“A telepathic message?” she asked pretending to be surprised.

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“No!” he said,” A letter! She sent me a letter and I am sure of it because it carried the aroma of her gingerbread cookies.”