The authenticity of ‘magic’ has always been debated and it
splits the world into two broad categories close in the lines of ‘theism’ and ‘atheism’. No, I'm not talking about pulling out pigeons from under the hat. Nor about the harry potter's wizarding world. I would rather say- the concept of magic. To every pair of eyes, magic is something beautiful and different from what the other pair can see.
For a homeless person, eating a meal is magic.
For a broken heart, finding unconditional love is magic.
For a mother, seeing her child’s birth is magic.
For a solitary person, his pet reciprocating the affection is magic.
For a person who has lost someone, being able to smile again
is magic.
For some, seeing a loved one recover from near-death illness
is magic.
For a doctor, saving a critical life is magic
For a photographer, nature is magic.
For an artist, his art is magic.
For a poet, the whole world is a magic.
For a soldier, going back home after war is magic.
For an orphaned child, being loved by someone is magic.
For a farmer, rain after a drought is magic.
For a pensive man, silence is magic.
For a person dying in cold, seeing sun shine is magic.
For any human, seeing his dream come true is magic.
Living a life is way too magical to realize.
Yes, magic is real.
Magic is beyond our eyes.
Beyond our touch.
It is something to be felt, to be believed.
When optimism fights its way up through the pessimistic
thoughts, we feel the magic better J
