The very mention of the word 'Magic' fills my head with varied, enchanting images.
Here I make a conscious effort of segregating them.
1. My son, who just stepped into his teenage went through a phase of being exceptionally fascinated with magic tricks. It started when a magician performed at his fifth birthday party. Fueled by certain TV shows that, he would keep pretending and practicing to be a magician.
I have this vivid memory of a dinner we had with some friends and my son had everyone glued to his magical ways throughout.
2. Next image is from the movie 'Stepmom'. A mother, dying of cancer, makes a magician' cape for her son. The cape has pictures of mother and son on it. In a wonderfully emotional movie, it is one of my favorite scenes.
3. Then, there was the magic show at Goa. A few years back we stayed at Heritage Village Resort in Goa. One evening, a magic show was performed by a man, who needed none of the magicians props - no costumes, no assistants. He was also a senior employee at the resort.
I don't remember his name, but whenever I go to Goa again, I will certainly enquire about him at the resort. His performance was impressive and effortless.
4. When I was in school, a magic show was once performed there. The magician called me on stage. I just had to hold a scarf, but I was scared out of my wits. This is the only magic-related memory which is not all good, yet I can smile about it.
5. Above all, when I think magic, I think of the magic in this world. In all this bad, the hope is Magic. In so much pain, optimism is Magic.
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