The  Magical  Powers  In  Me...........

This is a letter to my near and dear 'Magic'

Dear Magic,

 Like every other child, I imagined and dreamed of meeting you one day.I fascinated about it for years; about that day when you would show up and make me someone special.I knew you would come to make my life extraordinary just like all the lovely books and movies had promised. I waited and waited for you to surprise me, for that day when I'd start moving things without touching them, when I could fly simply by spreading my arms, when I could make the world a pretty place full of flowers and happy people.

But as I grew up, I saw how everyone was certain you did not exist, that you lived only in stories like Santa Claus did, that you were simply impossible. Call it my immaturity or whatever, but I refused to believe them. Of course, they did not know about you because they were ordinary, because you just hadn't revealed yourself to them yet. But surely, I knew that you would come to me one day. No matter how much the people claimed and 'proved' about your non existence!

So I waited and waited with the utmost patience, and yet you weren't showing up. Believe it or not, I even dared to doubt your existence at times! I do feel a bit guilty about that, for I knew that the moment I stopped believing in you, you would never come to me at all. So I continued to wait as I grew. People didn't call me a child anymore, and I was beginning to feel cheated by you. Why was it that you were so stubborn in hiding from me? I lost my hope with time, yet I held on. I couldn't have been wrong. It just couldn't be.

And in the end, you did reveal yourself. You did surprise me, but you made me bang my head for being so silly! Because you were always right here with me! I was so busy 'waiting' for you to show up that I hadn't even bothered to 'look' for you on my own! I found you yes, only to realize that you weren't what I thought you were.

When I close my eyes, I see you. When I close my eyes 'I dream, disappear and fly'. I explore your world and discover myself. All along, I was waiting for you to show up in the 'muggle' world, how silly of me!

I do sometimes wish that you existed in the normal world too. I could then fly in the open sky, go invisible to observe the world unnoticed, travel back in time to study ancient times. But that might jumble things up and leave the world in a madness. It is just as well that you exist within us, hidden from the naked eye.

Life has been interesting since I found you.And dear, you've showed me that you are not about the fairies or wands or the spells. You are our perception that can see the extra-ordinariness in the ordinary that everyone fail to see.Thank you dear for really making me unique By showing what I can really do!

Your faithful,

Himasree

WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE.............

What if your mirror started talking?

This is a story of a mirror describing it's existence and it's owner, who grows older as the mirror watches

I am a wall mirror in  a woman's bedroom. I am  “silver and exact.”

 I form no judgement, instead merely swallow what I see and reflect that image back without any alteration. I am not cruel, “only truthful.” I consider myself as a  four-cornered eye of a god,through which I see everything for what it is.

Most of the time, I look across the empty room and meditate on the pink speckled wall staring at me all the time. I have looked at that wall for so long that I feel as if  the wall is “part of my heart.” The image of the wall is interrupted only by people who enter to look at themselves and the darkness that comes with night.

I imagine myself as a lake. One  day, a woman looked into me, trying to discern who she really is by gazing at her reflection. Sometimes, the woman preferred to look at herself in candlelight or moonlight, but these are “liars” because they mask her true appearance. Only me the mirror (existing here as lake) gives her a faithful representation of herself.

Because of my honesty, the woman cried and awarded me with agitation of hands. Nevertheless, she couldn't refrain from visiting me over and over again, every morning. Over the years, the woman had “drowned a young girl” in me, and now sees in her reflection an old woman growing older and older as days passed.

I actually dominate and interpret my world, and thus have a lot more power than I seem to suggest. I do not merely reflect what I see, but also shape those images for your understanding. I always speak the truth even if it disappoints you.

I   reflect anything ‘just as it is’. My reflection is precise and accurate. I provide an exact picture of the thing in front of me. I do not allow my reflections to be clouded by feelings such as love or dislike. Hence my reflections are ‘unmisted’ and dispassionate.I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see I swallow immediately and reflect the same.I am not the trouble, I am the truth.

This personification of a mirror in the story is really heart touching and teaches us a hard lesson that  always accept the truth instead of hiding from it to be happy with what you are and what you have!!!

Write from the perspective of a forgotten or lost toy.....

Write from the perspective of a forgotten or lost toy.....

Our childhood is filled of  playing with dolls and toys;Spider-Man and Barbie;puppet and cartoons but, irrespective of the beauty of the toy we never cared for it.We kept hold of it for 3 months or at most  an year and no later it becomes one of those lost toys.... realising this I have finally decided to write the tipsy- topsy journey of my very own doll....

On the top rack of the toys section in the city mall of Los Angeles sat a lovely doll....Yes,you guessed it right it is none other than me!!Cute,adorable and kind is a short description I'd like give to myself.Due to my beauty all the other dolls were plain jealous of me!I was the queen of all dolls while  the lights are off, but I was just like a statue when they turn on!

Many little girls wanted to get hold of me but they did not succeed .....Many little girls wanted to take me home but,I costed an arm and leg.........

One fine day a little girl aged around 3 came to the mall in search of her own birthday gift.Like any other girl,her eyes fell on me. She asked her parents but instead of answering , her parents spoke to each other in hushed voices .It was a toss-up. But alas like any other time her parents disagreed in a mischievous manner.Surprisingly after some time I saw the mother of the little girl .She smiled and took me from the rack...I missed a heart beat(though I am heartless)

I was the little girl's surprise gift!The most wanted doll was going to be someone's at last....I was exited as well as nervous..At last the day arrived ,it was her birthday!I was taken from under the bed and the little girl was very surprised on finding me ....

At the first look she named me Pinky as I had and pink dress.I was pretty and so was she because, of which I was always the apple of her eye.I believed in this thoroughly .She had a dozen other dolls but they were all a drop in the bucket whereas I was most pampered.She celebrated my birthday,got a pram for me,gave me chocolates and hugged me while sleeping.I just loved her!!!

 (It's the little girl and me!)

It was an year now that I was her best friend .Her birthday was gonna arrive again and she wanted a Barbie again ..  she again went in search of a doll and got home a pretty adorable doll but,little did I know that the other doll is going to prove me a dark horse!!

After the other doll was presented to the little girl she almost forgot about me .She made the other doll sit in the pram not even asking me.Sleeping with me is far when she did not even wish me goodnight.She did not invite me to any of the birthday parties of the other dolls.She gave my cloths to the other doll!!Oh this was so unfair.

After a few days she actually plucked my hair out and threw me out of the balcony!Yes, you read it right,she threw me out of the balcony.I felt like crying but I was a doll and kept a duplicate smile instead..Then there came a dog who took me by his mouth and threw me in the road.The road cleaner picked me with my ragged cloths and dirty face and put me in the dustbin.Seriously? What had I done to go there?

But luckily to my surprise from the dustbin a small little street girl picked me up and took me to her house.There she dressed me in cloths which she knitted,she wiped me in water,she stitched my cut and she replaced my hair.She was much more kinder than the other little girl.....and today even after 5 years i sit beside her photo frame on the study table...

Now I hope you all understand the pity of the lost and forgotten toy of ours....