The magic appeared, for the first
time in years. It was at a distance but as I walked further, it got clearer. I saw
it closely and smiled at it, in disbelief. Ignoring its existence I continued
to walk, not getting diverted.
And the road was familiar, I had
walked on this path for years that I could even close my eyes I thought. I need
no light to reach where I want to. Perspiring heavily, with more pace I had reached
the path. To my left was the ocean, to my right a mini forest. I smiled gently
and loved my journey, like always.
And the magic re-appeared. On the
path that I walked, it was slowly descending. I could not ignore or divert myself.
I was sceptical, yet had to walk. Reluctantly, I took slow steps beneath it and
let it fall on me. It embraced me, slowly decorating and breathing some wonder
on to my body. Like a cool shower after a hot long day, like a fall of snow in
the desert, like a child’s smile in the graveyard, it plunged on me. I felt
cleansed and revived as I continued to walk.
And then I’m back into the world
that I belong, with the magic that has gone deep down somewhere within. I’ll
keep it for some time, as long as I can. I know I’d eventually lose it and go searching
once again. Or, it might just appear and say look no further, I’m here!
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