The watch is in my right hand, look! Have another look, look! The magician closed his fist, pulled it to his mouth, and apparently gulped down the watch. The many little lights on the edge of the stage looked dim in the halo of the man. He opened his fist. It was gone, the watch. The audience burst into an applause. Misri was delighted. The silence that followed, voiced the bated expectation with which the eyes of the audience looked towards the stage. The watch made a re-entry in the next to next act, from the girl who was chopped into halves' pocket. The drive back home from the auditorium felt like a punch into Misri's imagination. Her parents' words from the front seat failed to reach her. She wondered how it would be to possess magic.
'And then, the watch just vanished!' Misri gleamed with pride as she elaborated upon the act in front of her group of friends. None of them had been to the magic show yet. She felt as victorious as the magician himself. She decided to become a magician. Over the years, Misri gradually grew up from her class four moment of unbeliveable joy at perceiving magic to studying law and order. Ambition and career were such separate entities.
Over a romantic walk inside the University Campus, Rohan held her hand and asked her of her dearest memories.
'Magic,' she replied. 'All I ever wanted.'
Rohan burst into an outrageous round of laughter. 'Magic, Misri? Magic Misri. And what would you do with magic, Misri?' As he pulled her close and kissed her and whispered 'Magic Misri' into her ears.
Misri shied away and smiled coyly. She loved how it sounded, Magic-Misri. Sweet. As they walked further, she started thinking what she would do with magic. After a long and deep thought she smiled at her logical reasoning. Why, I would move my wand and redo my room! And other rooms. I would remove photo frames and clean cobwebs and shift cupboards and clean the dust in the corner of the windows and under the bed. She was slightly shocked. All the magic for all such chores? You are MAD, Misri!
You go to such shows sure to be surprised, don't you? Yet, each time, you are.
Magic-Misri enrolled for a magic workshop to be held in Thrissur this winter vacation. She would die regret-free. Work-free. Magically.
'And then, the watch just vanished!' Misri gleamed with pride as she elaborated upon the act in front of her group of friends. None of them had been to the magic show yet. She felt as victorious as the magician himself. She decided to become a magician. Over the years, Misri gradually grew up from her class four moment of unbeliveable joy at perceiving magic to studying law and order. Ambition and career were such separate entities.
Over a romantic walk inside the University Campus, Rohan held her hand and asked her of her dearest memories.
'Magic,' she replied. 'All I ever wanted.'
Rohan burst into an outrageous round of laughter. 'Magic, Misri? Magic Misri. And what would you do with magic, Misri?' As he pulled her close and kissed her and whispered 'Magic Misri' into her ears.
Misri shied away and smiled coyly. She loved how it sounded, Magic-Misri. Sweet. As they walked further, she started thinking what she would do with magic. After a long and deep thought she smiled at her logical reasoning. Why, I would move my wand and redo my room! And other rooms. I would remove photo frames and clean cobwebs and shift cupboards and clean the dust in the corner of the windows and under the bed. She was slightly shocked. All the magic for all such chores? You are MAD, Misri!
You go to such shows sure to be surprised, don't you? Yet, each time, you are.
Magic-Misri enrolled for a magic workshop to be held in Thrissur this winter vacation. She would die regret-free. Work-free. Magically.
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