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Magic I believe ....

Let's begin by going back to our childhood days when we used to sit infront of the T.V and think, one day a blue colour cat robot will come from future and fulfill all our wishes and make our future bright or maybe someday fairygod mother will come and spell some magical words .We used to believe  blindly   in magic don't we ?
   But as we grow we just don't believe in magic anymore but somewhere in somepoint we want magic to happen for eg. When it's our result day we want some magic to happen , when our loved ones are in trouble we want some magic to happen like this each and everytime we want magic to be or we can also say we believe in magic at some core  Don't we ? Deep down we want to have fictional magical characters to be real to exist with us don't you ? Because I do .
    If you ask me do I believe in magic or not then to be honest I do believe in magic according to me magic is something which brings smile on my face when I solve maths problem without any help that smile on my face is magic , magic is in my favourite food , magic is in my mother's roasting , magic is in that loud laugh with my favourites ,magic is in my tears which makes me stand strong next time ,magic is that one stupid message I was waiting for long   .Magic is everywhere but we can't see it because we have just closed our eyes and we don't want to open our eyes and look ..!
    We want someone to come and do  magic and make us happy dont we ? If yes ,then I guess we need to sit and think because our magic is in our hand  and we have our own magical spell ,the spell we choose for overselves for our future because "The only thing matters is what you choose now" .
   Create your own spell and don't forget to spell them every day and everytime you need . I hope , I wish magic remains with you . 
 -Naina .Naik

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