The Witching Hour

First I heard of the witching hour, I was ten. That’s a lie. I don’t know how old I was. But I like having an exact time when I talk about important events because I like to think they were monumental enough for me to remember every little detail. Truth is, I never can. I’m sure I was somewhere around ten, but I could also just as well have been twelve. It was definitely after I turned nine.

It was while reading The BFG–which, for those of you who don’t know, is a book by Roald Dahl (a fantastic book, might I add), that I fell in love with those words. The witching hour. Magic and sorcery at its peak.

I fell in love with a lot of things in the books of Roald Dahl. The BFG’s dream-filled jars, the narrator’s white mice from ‘The Witches’, the centipede from ‘James and the Giant Peach’, every single word of every single chapter of ‘Boy’, but the witching hour was, by far, my favourite. Of course, the term wasn’t coined by Dahl but he was the one who introduced me to it.

In the sixth grade, for a creative writing competition, I wrote about an imp and a shoebox and a couple of kids. Heavily influenced by the works of Enid Blyton, Roald Dahl, and Ruskin Bond. I won third place. Or second? One of those. It was while reading the stories written by my friends (devastated jilted lovers, vengeful enemies, moral enigmas) that I realized perhaps I was a little too old to be writing about magical boxes and shoebox theft. I decided I would write something a little more age-appropriate, something a little more rooted in reality.

Six years later, I still write about magical boxes and shoebox theft–among other things.

I don’t know where this is going.

It was initially just a few sentences on my appreciation of ‘the witching hour’ but that led to other memories.

Now every time I stay up past midnight I imagine dark magic to be at work whenever I hear a dog howl, or a windchime chime, or a cat hiss. Strangely enough, I have very noisy neighbours who seem to come alive as the sun sets and drum up quite the ruckus all night long.

Maybe there’s witchcraft at work here.

The kids never seem to sleep either, you can hear all sorts of shouts every now and then. And a number of cats hissing is also unusual. Do cats generally fight a lot? Is the witching hour real? The place does feel different at night, but maybe that’s just me. There’s something about being awake while everybody else isn’t. I’ve always loved that feeling. I was an early riser as a kid, and it always felt different to lie in bed and feel  the sun come up.

It’s a strangely satisfying feeling.  As if your entire existence is validated simply because you managed to be up before the sun.

Anyway, my A Levels are in less than a month. I’m not sure how maths is going to turn out. I painted a little.


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8 thoughts on “The Witching Hour

  1. GIRL!

    How are you? And before I lose the exultation I feel while reading your blog after so many days, I must take the first chance to convey- ‘Oh My Goodness-Your Blog Looks Fantastic!’ You’ve taken sufficient amount of time ‘refurbishing’ it? It looks .. beguiling. Like seriously, the fact that it’s all black, and there’s a half black and half grey heart beating on the front page and that you’ve involved so much magic, mystic and spooky stuff here ..Wow!

    I specifically came to visit your blog to see how you were doing, for-

    1)I haven’t heard from you in a while.
    2)I’m done with my exams so I need/want to read good stuff.

    So are you?

    Also, you may or may not lose your mind when I tell you that I’m equally fascinated with anything in close proximity to witches or witchcraft or magic or demigods or wizards? I sort of held my breath reading this entire article-for I found someone else equally fascinated with such stuff! Also, I forwarded this article to this dear friend of mine (who btw introduced me to this unearthly world) and she couldn’t find words to express how extremely well written this piece was and then she promised me to devour your whole blog. And the gifs you select for your pieces ..Man! I sound like your biggest fan, don’t I? Well that’s because I am! 😀

    Keep me updated!

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    1. Good God you are a Godsend. You have no idea how incredibly wonderful this made me feel especially seeing how everything is such utter crap but wow THANK YOU.
      I haven’t been particularly good but getting there? eh
      How are YOU??
      I’m so glad to hear there are other people whose minds are equally blown by witchcraft and demigods and magic and just thank you! thank you thank you thank you
      I haven’t been around in a while things have been…busy and just coming back to this was the best. You have no idea how much I needed this. I’m so glad your’re back though!
      I could hug you right now I swear to god.

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      1. Man I’ve missed you. I understood you weren’t around WordPress since you didn’t respond. I wasn’t very regular myself and in between sort of lost my flair for blogging.


        Anyway, Happy New Year! Is there any other way we could be connected, wherein I could reach you more promptly?

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  2. I used to read Roald Dahl too! I think my favourite was “The Witches” but I can’t remember anything about what happens in it…
    And, yes, totally understand that feeling you get from being awake when everyone else is asleep. It’s almost magical.

    Good luck with preparing for A levels! If painting helps de-stress, perhaps you should paint more 😉 They’re pretty impressive!

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    1. The Witches was my favourite too! You’re the only other person I know who I share that with…and thank you, I’m going to need all the luck I can. Haha it does, but it takes away from precious time I should have spent studying (and thank you)

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