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‘I live Miracle Life, do you?’

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  •  March 19, 2014


Wish you all a very very HAPPY HOLI. Let us think today why do we love this festival so much.  Well, a festival of fun and frolic this wonderful festival exhorts all of us to leave behind all our inhibitions, timidity, negativity and become child like once again. And childhood is all about magic moments and miracles. Let us read this small excerpt from a Boy’s Life by Robert McCammon to realize once again that magic has always been and is all around all of us men and women. After reading this, when I thought about it for a while, it is uncanny how closely I lived these moments in my growing years. Perhaps the feeling is universal…… even Javed Akhtar means the same when he says :

Mujhko yakein hai sach kahati  thi  jo bhi ammi  kahati  thi

Jab mere bachpan  ke din the Chand me pariyan rahati thi

What says you? Read on:


 I wanted to set my memories down on paper, where I can hold them. You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by the silver filaments of chance and circumstance. But I knew it all along. When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present, and into the future. You probably did too; you just don’t recall it. See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible[…]…to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.

(——–)   After you go so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in……the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm.

Share your miracle stories – it can be anything magical that happened in your life. Share here!

Robert R. McCammon. “Boy’s Life.” Simon and Schuster,
1992-05-01T07:37:19.979000+00:00. iBooks.
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By Asha Pande
Blogger-in-chief of March

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