Once upon a time there lived a version of me who believed in the world of magic performed on the stage..
( I know.. This start may take you to your story writing session of your composition class..But, yes..This is an apt start for the post :P )
I believed in magicians.I loved his art and used to remain awestruck when he performed magic.The art which he used to make birds fly out of no where..The art which he used to cut a lady into two and make her reappear single piece.. And many more..How innocent of me! I believed that he had divine powers to do all this stuff.. However, the day I came to know that these weren't powers, just the well-practiced tricks, I lost my interest in a magician!
Wait! Not all the magicians!
I know a magician who never fails in her magic.. No tricks, actual magic!
This person is a reason I still say, Yes..I believe in magic!!
She is no other than my mother :)
I feel her magic around me every single time. With her magic, she knows even the things I don't tell her..With her magic, she fades the pain, grief, sadness..every negativity world introduces in me..Just lying with my head placed on her lap frees me from the worries of the world :) She knows me better than me..
Do you know any other word for this? I don't! I call it purely 'Mummy ka Magic' and when one knows such a magician, why wouldn't one say, Yes, I believe in Magic!
