Magic in our lives...

I read a lot. I started reading classics when I just turned 9. My momma bought those paperback books, a set of about 12 novels by famous writers. She wanted me to read it. I started my reading habit under a shadow of desperation, it was a rainy day and my parents left for work. The power was gone and I had no way to spend my time. So, I took a book named “Moby Dick” and started reading it slowly. It opened a door; and took me to places where I have never been before. I felt like I was in the middle of the action, I was in Captain Ahab’s ship, chasing a white whale called Moby Dick. That is what good books are capable of.
I felt thrilled and happy, the same sense of happiness when I first saw my baby sister. Needless to say, I finished all the 12 books in a matter of weeks. I had gotten addicted to books.
Like all other kids of her age, my sister is a Harry Potter fan, I kept wondering about the hype surrounding this spectacled young boy with a scar on his head. He is now an international celebrity, kids love him and even adults enjoy reading his story.
J.K.Rowling was on the verge of getting broke when she created Harry Potter, now she’s richer than the Queen of England. Was he created because of desperation to earn money?
If he was, he has succeeded his purpose. But, he has also touched the lives of millions of people around the world.
I was overwhelmed to see my kid sister reading a 300 odd page book.
I was overwhelmed to see people standing under the rain trying to get a copy of this book.
Hell! I was overwhelmed to see that people suddenly started reading books.
I could see the happiness in my sister’s eyes, the same happiness I felt when I first started reading Moby Dick.
All said and praised, I couldn’t still figure out what exactly caused this kind of a reaction among the people.
I had long believed that in this age of electronic gizmos, books weren’t anymore a source of ‘entertainment’. I was right, it wasn’t a source of entertainment but it was a source of joy and magic.
Harry Potter was successful not because it was printed on recycled paper, but because he brought in some magic to the reader’s life. Harry Potter introduced kids to flying brooms and magic spells. Even more significant, he took adults back to the time when they believed in magic, and the wonderful stories their grandma told them. Going back to their childhood is what every adult dreams about, and that is exactly what Harry did. He brought magic into their lives.

The Sparkle In Her Eyes

Life was never the same after I met Kate. She was the kind of girl who could lift your spirit just by her presence. A smart, cheerful girl who believed that true love knows no boundaries. As we sat in the dim candle light of Café Paris I saw the same sparkle in her eyes when we first kissed. She looked at me and smiled. I was so absorbed by her eyes that I just sat there dumb. It finally took a kick from her to my leg to make me notice that the waiter was standing near us to take the order. The day was February 13.
We had a nice dinner and walked under the calm, silver moon light towards the car. I reached into the pocket of my pant and felt the small box. It contained the ring that I was supposed to present to her. It had been only two weeks since we first met, but I knew she was the ONE who could make my life truly happy. I pondered for sometime and decided to present it to her on Valentine’s day. My thoughts were interrupted by a gentle nudge to my rib; Kate said “Its getting late dear, I have to go to work tomorrow”.
We got inside the car and started driving; the freeway wasn’t very crowded so the drive was pleasant and smooth. The cool wind was gently patting my head and I could feel the comfort it induced. I felt her hand on my cheek, I looked at her, and she was laughing. I asked her “What’s wrong with you?” She replied “Nothing, you keep getting lost in your own world. And when you do that, you have a really cute look on your face”
I just grinned.
It was then that I noticed the flashing lights of police cruisers coming towards us; they were on the wrong side of the freeway. Kate exclaimed “Christ, this is supposed to be a one way right?”
It was then that we noticed a black mini-van tearing through the freeway, coming towards us at break neck speed. I realized it was a chase, I had seen scenes like these on TV before. Before I could react I heard the tyres screeching and the van collided our car head on. When I regained consciousness, I was trapped in a mangled piece of metal; that was once my car. My head was bleeding heavily, I glance towards where Kate was sitting. I saw the cops pulling her out. The air smelt heavily of petrol, It didn’t take long before I lost my senses again..

When I woke up I was in the hospital room, my body was covered with tubes and there was the constant beep of the electronic instruments monitoring my life signs. I looked around, I saw Kate standing next to me; She was smiling. She came towards me and held my hand. She said “I’m so happy you made it, I was very worried about you”
Kate moved towards the corner of the room.

Then the door opened , a team of doctors rushed into the room.
One of them asked me “Mr.Steven, Can you hear me?”
I mumbled weakly “Yes”
He then said “You were in a coma for the past three days”
I smiled and replied faintly “I was?”
She said “I’m sorry about Miss Kate. I’m afraid she didn’t make it”
I looked towards the corner of the room, “I could still see Kate standing there, with the same sparkle in her eyes when we first kissed”

My First post

Im impulsive..Its because of one of those impulses that I ended up creating this blog.I took inspiration from a friend of mine.He has been a long time blogger.A veteran compared to me.You can visit his blog at http://www.whereisthisheading.blogspot.com ..

I wake up everyday early in the morning..Open my eyes slowly,watch the fan running..Then I start thinking..Its a routine that has been going on for years...14 to be precise...I remember doing it since I was in the kindergarten...
The only difference is that,back then i used to to think about how am i going to explain to my teacher that I havent done my homework...Now,times have changed..It always does..I've grown up..Only on the outside..But deep inside Im still that insecure Kid..Afraid to face the world..As I continue looking at the fan,It sort of turns into a portal through which I can feel the future..I begin wondering..Where is my life heading?
I move towards the corner of my bed..seeking comfort against the sturdy walls..I cover myself with my blanket..It makes me feel better..