Movies and Telvision Series

Why Cassie Nightingale is my Favourite Witch

There are two fictional villages where I would choose to live my life. One is Three Pines from Louise Penny Books and the second one is Middleton from Hallmark’s Good Witch Series.

I finally watched all 10 episodes of Good Witch Season 6. It did not have Grace, but Joy as a new Merriwick woman was a refreshing addition.

Of all the series which I have ever watched, Good Witch stands out. It doesn’t have larger than life villains. It has normal people with the Merriwick women being the exception. They are not the kind of witches whom one might find in a regular tale of witches. Merriwick women like to call their liitle gift as their intuition.

The series has a collection of interesting characters that one cannot help loving. The underlying emotion of the stories is love and kindness and how a decent dose of both can work miracles bringing magical transformation in people for good.

Middleton is exactly the kind of place where you would want to live, if you are the one for a village life. It is a place with rich history which is entwined with the Merriwick family. With a School, City Hall, Stephanie’s Bistro, Abigail’s Flower shop, Cassie’s Gift shop and Gray House Bed and Breakfast, it a place which exudes 18th century charm.  Middleton enchants tourists with its heritage and vintage allure.

Cassie Nightingale, played on screen by Catherine Bell radiates kindness and warmth. She believes in the goodness that exists in everyone. She has a lot of eclectic skills. She knows exactly the right things that anyone who visits her shop, Bell, Books and Candles searching for gifts might need. She also has the right words that guide you to discover yourself.

 Once you tell her what you need, she says “I might have exactly what you are looking for”  and walks to a display shelf or a table and pulls out something beautiful, which you never knew you wanted until then. Her shop is filled with artifact which she has collected during her wanderings and which arrives at her doorstep from all over the world.

 She do lets her magic, work on people, and you see her casting  her charm when you observe her smile and her “Hmm” followed by her piece of wisdom. She makes you believe that baking muffins and cookies by referring to an old, thick handwritten cookbook which is passed down to Merriwick women can be the most romantic thing in the world. You desperately wish to know your flowers and herbs like Cassie, run three businesses and still look happy and fresh all the time.

 She inspires you to believe in so many things

That the right people always show up when you need them most.

That the best gifts are the least expected.

That there are gifts everywhere if you’re ready to receive them.

That real magic takes time and love.

That you just need to keep searching for the right inspiration.

That things are rarely as they first appear.

That one should try looking for the best in people to see where it leads you.

That there’s room…there’s lots of room.  You just have to know where to look.

That trouble and troubled are two entirely different things.

That we all have an internal compass that points us in the right direction and it’s when we stray off course is when we get lost

That sometimes people rebound right into love.

All the characters in this series are painted with the right amount of colours that makes them unique.

Season 6 is the best yet and once you watch, you wouldn’t be surprised why it is one of Hallmark Channel’s highly rated shows.

Yeah, I am proud to call myself a Goodie.


Acceptance of Loss

It is a month since my friend had her life shattered to pieces. She is very young, a teacher, with two girls aged 7 and 3. She lost her husband to Covid-19, 13 days after they celebrated his birthday together.

From September 17, every day,  her Facebook had updates of memories of all the moments which they spent together.

Most of them were of him as a doting Dad, singing Karaoke with his girls, pouting for photographs, braiding their hair, and playing guest, drinking tea from mini teacups. Watching those souvenirs which they had collected as a family, makes you feel like a voyeur invading their sacred sanctuary.The wringing of your heart , you accept as the penance.

Her accompanying thoughts have everything that she wanted to say to her husband but missed saying when he was with her and her grievances to God who summoned him without a warning.

They reflect her turmoil oscillating between grief, the loss that she is yet to come to terms with, determination to move on for her girls, and berating God for showing no mercy.

 “I hate you God “,  “ You took him away too soon” ” I haven’t had enough time with him”.

I read those posts and it makes me think about them every day and how unfair life can be. I start typing words that I then delete, not knowing how to console her. I do not have the right words that could assuage her pain.

Philosophies like “this too will pass” and “time will heal” is not going to help one bit.

All I can do is hold her tight and not let her be carried away by the flood of her tears and emotions.

When Paul Hamilton Hayes wrote: “This too shall pass away”, he must have meant the moment.

The moment of misery and moment of joy do pass away with the spinning of the earth’s axis.

But, not the pain that was inflicted or the rapture that was celebrated.

Once the moment is long past, remembering that loss, may not be a part of your daily routine, but you do happen to stumble on those memories. And when you do stumble, you fall hard, on the same scars that you thought were healed.

 It hurts with the same magnitude of pain which you felt before.  The scars, once again become wounds, which bleeds as heavily as it did earlier.

 All the times when I joined her in her reminisces, I could only manage to remind her that she has to be brave for her two little girls.

For her, the moment of losing her loved one has not yet passed. It is playing in a forever loop. She has not yet acquired the time stone to break that loop.

She needs more time for her wounds to heal into scars. For it was her heart, that was shattered into pieces.  Life stabbed her when her heart was frozen by the suddenness of her husband’s affliction. The damage cannot be undone. But I hope that she finds magic in the form of love and a purpose to accelerate that healing



Why is mamma late?

I am tired of waiting

It’s long since I ate

Eyes tired and hurting

Will she get me pizza?

Today just for once ?

I know it’s not a good idea

She is without a job for months.

Why is life so unfair?

Some rich and some poor

While I have nothing to spare

You have your life secure

Mamma says, I am her dream

I must follow a course and succeed

Fight my way upstream

And to failure never concede

I may be a little boy now

But that’s what I will do

Through life’s field I will plough

Penury and hunger subdue

Ah, I see my mamma afar

She don’t have pizza I know

Will be happy with what she bears

And flow with life’s high and low.

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An Episode From Life

This short story was my entry for the below picture prompt.

She knew exactly where to find her.

Sue locked the front door of her cottage and headed out to the lake gathering her jacket. She wondered if Heather has carried hers.  The evening chill was slowly creeping and she felt the cold caress of the wind on her exposed cheeks.

Heather was agitated and she had the reason to be.

Sue tried to gather the right words and keep them ready to use, even though she herself did not know if they would be good enough to guide her friend safely through the storm which was brewing in her matrimony.

Heather had found a resort booking with details of one room under the name of Allison plus one, in her husband Harry’s mail.

She did not mean to snoop. But her instincts were tingling, triggered by his late office hours and an assortment of flimsy excuses for coming home late.

The booking was for the weekend. She nourished the improbable hope that, it was just Allison, Harry’s assistant, who would be going for the business meet. When he left, Saturday morning for the meet at the resort, Heather did not confront him. Instead she left for her sanctuary. Her best friend Sue and her cottage near the lake.

Sue found Heather, at their usual place and settled next to her.

“What did I do wrong? Heather’s voice was barely a whisper.

Sue put her arms around her friend. “Don’t shift the blame towards you, girl. Harry knew what was at stake, when he embarked on his adulterous relationship. “

“Maybe he wasn’t happy with me”

“Cut it out Heather. I knew how happy you were together. If happiness was running low, you don’t go searching for it in the arms of another woman. You talk and sort out your issues.”

Silence descended between them, riding on the wings of the peaceful evening. The crest of the faraway mountain was gilded with snow, like an angel at the apex of a Christmas tree.

Sue said “ Fall is almost over girl. Trees never remain bare, with their dead leaves gone. Life starts all over again for them. Does it not fill you with hope? We will get through this. “

Heather leaned towards Sue and rested her head on Sue’s shoulders.

“Yeah. I am sure we will. “


Oscar Wilde

I love Oscar Wilde for his ripostes at life and morals .

On his birthday, I have selected s few of my favourite ones.

Life is never fair . . . And perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.’ An Ideal Husband

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.’ The Soul of Man Under Socialism

‘To realise one’s nature perfectly – that is what each of us is here for.’ The Picture of Dorian Gray

Nothing should be out of the reach of hope. Life is a hope.’ A Woman of No Importance

To win back my youth, Gerald, there is nothing I wouldn’t do – except take exercise, get up early, or be a useful member of the community.’ A Woman of No Importance

Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live. It is asking other people to live as one wishes to live.’ The Soul of Man Under Socialism

There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.’ The Picture of Dorian Gray

When the Gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.’ An Ideal Husband

“I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.”
-The Happy Prince and Other Stories

“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”-Picture Of Dorian Grey

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.”-The Importance of Being Earnest