When I was a kid, my dadi used to tell me stories of a magician.
How one superhero magically comes and saves the day for those in need. I grew up sincerely and truly believing in the stories. To an extent, that when she used to fall asleep, I used to run, get my ruler and pencil in place and somehow construct buildings and dreams in front of her.
It grew into a serious habit. Every time she fell asleep, I used to go, construct buildings with my stationary in her room and then whisper my own stories of magician going around saving the world. My kind of superman batman. My first kind.
I grew up believing n the world of magicians and fairy tales. Strangely enough, I still do.
My best part of any scene creation of the magician story used to be the surprise. The surprise on the rescued's face. Strange as it may sound, sensing my craziness perhaps, my dadi along with my parents often conspired to make my magician's stories come true.
I believed her religious and otherwise fables so strictly that I still hold them next to facts. Even today, I religiously believe that looking up at the sky and staring at stars can bring down some magician somewhere resulting in happy endings.
Everyday, God gives us a reason to forget our misery and forces us to realize how somebody else needs the Magician more.
It is like, how I used to go to dadi with a request to stitch new clothes for my doll only to find her busy stitching clothes for those who don't have any. Eventually, it taught me to happily convince my doll to continue with the old clothes for sometime.
I don't remember her well. I was still a kid when she left for the Heavens (escorted with her favorite farishtas I am sure) but from whatever I do, I think every minute of hers was a life long lesson.
From stars coming down to angels coming to her Favorite Family's Place with new clothes from Heaven. :)
It didn't just teach me that Magician exists, it taught me to look up and Be in the Team of the Magician and surprise people.
Miss you Amma.
How one superhero magically comes and saves the day for those in need. I grew up sincerely and truly believing in the stories. To an extent, that when she used to fall asleep, I used to run, get my ruler and pencil in place and somehow construct buildings and dreams in front of her.
It grew into a serious habit. Every time she fell asleep, I used to go, construct buildings with my stationary in her room and then whisper my own stories of magician going around saving the world. My kind of superman batman. My first kind.
I grew up believing n the world of magicians and fairy tales. Strangely enough, I still do.
My best part of any scene creation of the magician story used to be the surprise. The surprise on the rescued's face. Strange as it may sound, sensing my craziness perhaps, my dadi along with my parents often conspired to make my magician's stories come true.
I believed her religious and otherwise fables so strictly that I still hold them next to facts. Even today, I religiously believe that looking up at the sky and staring at stars can bring down some magician somewhere resulting in happy endings.
Everyday, God gives us a reason to forget our misery and forces us to realize how somebody else needs the Magician more.
It is like, how I used to go to dadi with a request to stitch new clothes for my doll only to find her busy stitching clothes for those who don't have any. Eventually, it taught me to happily convince my doll to continue with the old clothes for sometime.
I don't remember her well. I was still a kid when she left for the Heavens (escorted with her favorite farishtas I am sure) but from whatever I do, I think every minute of hers was a life long lesson.
From stars coming down to angels coming to her Favorite Family's Place with new clothes from Heaven. :)
It didn't just teach me that Magician exists, it taught me to look up and Be in the Team of the Magician and surprise people.
Miss you Amma.
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