THE SPELLS AROUND ME..... :)

I was not the sort of a person who used to believe in fairy tales , you know? I still don’t. I know the never-ending corridors of castles,  the gowns and the ballrooms, the Prince charming and the fire breathing dragons … they are all a sham. Even as a kid , I had never thought myself to be a damsel in distress , who was waiting for her fairy godmother to make her wishes come true and then in need for her knight to rescue her from her cruel stepmother. No, I had never believed in that kind of magic…. never. But yes, throughout my life , I have experienced magic a lot of times to know that it truly exists.

I felt magic for the first time when I was four. I was lost in the crowd , my eyes searching for my dad among the rush and crying my heart out. I was looking for a familiar face and I was scared out of my wits. That moment , when my dad came rushing and held my hand , I found all of my tension dissipating away. He was there and it was all that mattered. My sorrows and worries were buried over a double scoop chocolate ice cream.

I felt the magic when I held my brand new Apsara pencil for the first time , and my teacher taught me how to write. The words flowed so easily on the paper and branded themselves there so boldly , that I instantly knew this was some advanced sorcery.

I felt the magic , the moment I was introduced to the world of books. You know the smell of stories… that old smell of wars and heart-breaks , love and lust , mystery and magic…. Which is addictive than any branded perfume available in today’s market. The moment I felt the pages in my hand , I could feel the spell working on me.

I felt the magic when I was carelessly wandering around the lush green meadows , drinking in all the freshness of white lilies , feeling the wind in my hair. I cared the least about the world , felt the wet mud under my feet and lost myself in the petrichor after the rain.

When I sat in the class with my best friend , laughing uncontrollably at some stupid joke , I felt the magic , the spell of happiness wind around me.

I felt magic when I sat watching the night sky and the stars listening to Enya’s “Only Time” which stirred a peaceful yet a zestful chord in my heart.

When I saw his face which raced my heartbeat and unleashed a ton of butterflies in the pit of my stomach , I felt the spark of magic. His unkempt curly hair which was all over his face , eyes which sparkled when he smiled …… it was magic , pure magic , when I experienced love for the very first time , his face alive in my dreams and my wishful world.

It was magic when I managed to track down my friends , whom I thought I had lost in the mad rush. It was even more wonderful to know that I still had a place in their hearts and they never actually erased me from their minds.

I felt the magic when my father hugged me tight and told me everything will be alright , when I was miserable and cribbing about everything I had lost , I felt all my worries dissolving.

No , I never believed in fairy tales , but magic , it is too much alive in the little things we do to ignore.

Too strong to not to feel its power.

Too potent to not believe in it with every ounce of our being.

Magic is everywhere. You just have to believe.

PS:

They say there is silver lining in every cloud.

May be , you're my lining.... :)

For you , a thousand times over. 

LoVe MoRe & sMiLe OfTeN!!!!!!!!!!

This is Midnight girl signing out..................:D :D