Proof of Magic
Today has been a long day even though the tiredness still has not gotten to me. I could have written this post any other day but the memory that inspired me to write will keep itself in the forefront of my mind until I record it somewhere. I think even my brain wants to keep the memory as alive as it still is, in my heart.
There are some things that I know about myself and one certain thing about me is I am a believer in the unknown. I believe in all the childish concepts that adults force out of their mind, in fear of being called impractical or unrealistic. I believe in magic, vampires, parallel universes, witchcraft and all the illogical things you could ever find in this world, including true love.
Day before yesterday though, I found myself proven right when I saw in front of me, magic working its way through the world even if it was just for a mere minute. I was walking back to my hostel along with two close friends of mine and only a five minute walk was left. On my left side, the boundary wall of our hostel was erected, with the gates. On my right side was a park with tall trees towering over me, hiding some of the structures of the teacher’s quarters. We were walking down and suddenly the lights went off. Everything was immersed into darkness but then the most beautiful sight came into light. The night became moon-lit and the streets were bathed in the white rays. It felt so right when I looked up and saw the White Lady smiling down at me. Nothing was really visible but I could just imagine walking through the campus in that environment. It would have helped if I had a special someone but I could just have stood there and taken in the magic. A glow was emanating from every object the rays touched. The magic was weaving a web around the small place and around me. When the lights came back on, the spell was broken but the effect remained with me.
It was, without doubt, one of the most beautiful sights a person could witness. When I was safely cocooned up in my bed, waiting for sleep to take over me, I imagined walking on the street of our campus, deserted with all the lights off and under the moon rays. A wonderful feeling bubbled up inside me, making me feel happy- a kind I haven’t felt for a long time. In my mind, I was dancing with someone, someone who didn’t love me in real and yet in that magical world of endless possibilities, he did. He doesn’t know how to dance but he was smiling and he was twirling me around. Anyone who would have intruded my thoughts would never think we were fit for each other but when he pulled me close and we were just swaying, the moonlight formed a light sheen around us. At that moment, he loved me and I loved him, and our eyes expressed it, his hands on my hips and my hands on his shoulders expressed it. It was the perfect night and I felt so safe that it broke my heart to believe that it was a dream.
This may be one of the most nonsensical blog posts I have written but I had to record this memory/dream somewhere. This vial is stored in my worded memory collection forever so that I can drop it someday in a pensive, during rainy days, to blanket myself with happiness .
