Magic came to me in the form of books when I was a kid. Kings,queens,fairies,dragons,witches came infront of me through books. Cindrella was my favourite. As a reader I imagined these characters when I read the stories. Childhood wont be complete without books. The joy of holding a book in hand and reading was such a joy. I wonder when I stopped believing in magic. Was it because I lost the childishness in me? Was it because of maturity?
May be one day I will write "Magic comes to us in different forms.This time I found it in the form of a person. And once again I started to believe in Magic."