Only she could hear the music,
Some drum roll, some violins.
Only she could dance to the tunes,
Some free style, some practiced moves.
Her happy heart brought smile to her face,
Her happy face brought smiles to his heart too.
For reasons she didn’t know, she skipped around in her head,
For reasons he knew, he too jumped a trampoline or two.
Their unsynchronized reasons of happiness,
But synchronized by love perhaps?
Their unknown reasons of smiles and shine,
Secretly known to their hearts too well.
They’re too busy to halt and feel,
Their increased heartbeats, the change in their rhythm.
So the hearts play along, having their own fun in this-
As these two- she and he, play along with the magic that this RUSH IS.
Some say that time flies. Some have no time at all. And there’s this other lot of people who like to while their time away. I interestingly, was in conversation with time yesterday.
I had this peculiar dream last night, where as unrealistic and funny it may seem, I was in conversation with ‘time’! Nothing fancy, we talked about this and that, and then it suddenly decided to, like in most other cases, run away! Now while we were at it, Mr. Time, narrated how it experienced so many different characters in it’s course everyday, and that tonight it intended to interview me to no end, with only one question and wanted me to answer it in full detail, not leaving until it was satisfied with the explanation. The question was a pretty simple one, with no frills, and open ends for an elaborate answer- ‘Tell me dear, what does the concept of ‘time’ mean to you?’
Now to be very frank, this question left me baffled! For, in this world of twisted conversations, nobody had asked me such a simple and straight question in the longest time 😉 So after thinking about this for a few minutes, I put my answer on the table with decent ease. Rather calmly, and with a confident smile, I said, ‘Time is magic, and that will explain it all!’. Satisfied, Mr. Time left with no further questions.
Interestingly, this conversation was not as simple as it seems here. It left me overjoyed with the realisation that magic is everywhere and that time truly is magical! I wouldn’t say that time is a commodity. Neither is it a virtue or a quality. Rather, it is an elastic concept which accommodates all- the past, the present, and the future too. When in love, and in company of loved ones, time would fly. When in pain, time would pause, and when in a rush, time would hurry too. Adaptive as it is, time wonderfully aligns all to a schedule like no other. All in all, time is a beautifully crafted, personalised, yet the most practical gift of magic to mankind.
The conversation last night left me happy as I thanked my stars for the gift of time, and the choice of being blessed by magic too. It is ‘time’ that bonds one to others, and it is ‘time’ that detaches some due to space.
The tick-tocks I thank,
For they chose me to make me smile.
The hands of time as if chosen to play from me-
A rhythm of life, a lifetime of tunes, some magic, some trysts, SOME TRIALS!
– Stuti
P.s. Time stops for none, and still patiently waits for you to find that special one 😉
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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