Magic.

As a kid, I used to be really happy about every television show that had any element of ‘magic’ in it! I used to love the way anything could be made to appear out of nowhere, and then be made to disappear to somewhere just on a wave of hand, or a wand, or by blinking eyes or by a swirl of a body part, or something else so nice. Each time, at the end of the show, I would thank my stars for being able to see that episode which made sweets appear from nowhere, and transformed animals into people, and distasteful food items to sweets and chocolates, letting me into a whole new arena of wild imagination. And while all of this continued to happen on the TV, whether owing to some magic sand, or a genie, or a robot doll, or simply some witches from centuries ago ( yes, I can imagine you all recalling which television series I am referring to J), thanks to my ma, I also read many many books featuring elves, and gnomes, and magic lands, and faraway magic trees, and the little people there, once again, taking my imagination and fascination about magic to newer levels.

I would keep my broken tooth under the pillow, greedily waiting for the ‘tooth fairy’ to give me presents ( I know you all did too!). I would be nice to my friends so that some fairy godmother would grant me my wishes. I would now and then, peek into the backyard to see if the brooms were doing a secret dance. I would try not to lie, lest my nose grow longer than Pinocchio. I would always be on a look out for trees growing boiled candies, and fountains with flowing chocolate syrup. I would look for secret tunnels in my garden, and for little wooden doors on the trees around. I had a picture of each of those fairy characters in my mind- how they looked, what they ate, how their magic affected all, and how their houses were. And then there was an era of serious books and shows, which temporarily paused all the magic.

Growing up, there came the famous Harry Potter with his band of magicians, potions, schools that taught magic, witches, wizards, degrees in magic, so and so forth. Once again, being an enthusiast of magic and its wonders, I read each book wide eyed until I would finish it, and kept hoping secretly, that maybe a Hagrid would one day visit me too, and tell me that I could do magic! Of course, that didn’t happen, and here I am telling you about it!

Some years on, and now today, the word ‘magic’ still charms me, and now no longer in the fairy tale manner. It sends me a little tickle each time I think of it. It makes me smile in a way that I almost blush. So what is magic? To me, magic as I understand it today, is something that makes things happen- whether by a supernatural powerful way, or by a scientific action and reaction way, or simply because as they say, ‘it was meant to happen’. They meet because of magic, they click because of magic, they fight due to the absence of magic, they share a magic moment because of magic, and there is magic because of magic. My question now is, if there’s so much to magic, and if magic brings so many smiles, why not accept its existence and significance in our lives, and weave it into our life routines, and spread some magic around?

Didn’t you feel the magic when your dad let go of your bicycle the first time, and you managed to ride it without falling and without losing your balance for a full thirty seconds? Wasn’t it magical when you realized that you actually managed to cook a decent dish on your own for the first time? Haven’t we all seen magic happen on festivals when the whole family is around, and all faces have smiles? “Oh, I too can sing!” “Ah, my feet dance too!” The smell of freshly brewed coffee. The aroma of fresh spices. Her smile. His nod. Friends. Kindness. Friendship. Love. Hope. Countless reasons, all for that magic!

All I’d say, with so much more to say, is that, magic is where you look for it, and if magic gives you hope and strength, why not sprinkle some in every walk, and experience magic (sic.). Look for magic, and let yourself smile every time you feel it. Let it grow, and sometimes create it too. For just like joy, magic too can be beautiful and soulful.

So, MAGIC IS AN EXPRESSION TOO. You could find it wherever you look for it. And it can be whatever you want it to be. ENJOY YOUR MAGIC! *twinggg*

 – Stuti

Psst.. I experience magic in relationships, love, laughter and even tears. Its truly magical 🙂

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