Magic.
Not the kind with pots of bubbling potions and spells flying around. The kind you feel in moments. Small ones. That make toes warm.
The warmth you get on snuggling with a loved one on a cold night is magic.
The sudden pang of excitement that you feel when hot vapours rise from your coffee on a chilly evening with just the right amount of froth is Magic.
The tears that race down your cheeks on a beloved character’s death in your favourite movie is magic.
The glee of watching your favorite couple on TV kiss for the first time.
Listening to Celine Dion after a long day of work and falling asleep on the couch.
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurts.
Inhaling the smell of old books.
Smiling at a stranger because they are wearing the same Game of Thrones tee as you.
The petrichor after rain, the droplets on a window pane.
What is Magic? Moments when there is no other place you would rather be. That one moment that reminds you that even though the world is not perfect, for one calming moment, it can be. The kind of tremor that never repeats itself. Moments which will come to our mind one day when we look back.
When you are broken and sad, and all you want to do is hug one specific person straight for ten minutes. And you hear them say,” Its going to be alright.” And then you act like a giant baby just to hear those words again.
Maybe at the end of the day, only these “Remember when…” s count.
Count your moments of magic. Because any number is enough to be rejoiced for an entire lifetime. One day when you wake up early in the morning, in a different country and you look out of the window, there are these two kids throwing snowballs at each other. With woolen caps pulled all the way down to their ears. And you stand there holding a cup of tea in your sweater paws thinking about the time you watched Home Alone 1 with your family.
Maybe when you are 80 and somebody asks, “What is the happiest moment of your life?”
The answer is not, “When I won the Nobel Prize.” Or “When I got into MIT.”
Maybe it’s just, “I was 15 and scared of heights. It was New Year’s Eve and I sat on the top of the Ferris Wheel reading Harry Potter.”
Amazing article! Really heartwarming!
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It’s magical :))
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Reading an amazing article written by your best friend is magic♡
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So true…little moments and memories are what we cherish and no money or power can buy them..
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Yaas bae ❤️🙏
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💙This article is amazing… as everyone can connect to it and feel the magic! 🌈💞
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Thank you soo much !! Glad to hear this 💕
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Very Good Article. Little things placed so beautifully .☺
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And there she is writing amazing articles 💞💞💞.I literally read it 7 times 🤣
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Thank you sooo much 😭 💕
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So true…little moments and memories are what we cherish and no money or power can buy them..
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Really good. Keep writing 🙂
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Thanks a lot :)💕
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Awesome!!❤️💙
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Thanks a lot !!! 😊
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Amazing article…..very interesting 👍🏻❤️❤️
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Beautiful article dear😁 Good going, really nice👍
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Glad to know 😊
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Two words; Amazing and Magical!!!!💓💓
Loved it!!
Keep it up!!
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Très bien! Tu est trés créatif et intelligente. Que dieu vous bénisse avec la santé, la richesse et la prospérité. Et pardonnez-moi mais mon anglais n’est pas très bon. 😉
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Well-written, Dhwani! This post is pretty magical itself.
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Thank you so much !!! ❤️
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Very nice articles
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I love it dhwaniiiii ❤️❤️❤️😍
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Thank you so much 😊
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I am n love wid what uve done as a novice(assuming this being the 1st 1)..!
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