Do you see what i see?
The shape of his vicious claws curled around her bosom?
The wails of a hundred souls struggling to break the gender norms?
The whimpers of the many wives with eyes black and sore?
The fright of the little girl with the red spot on her forehead?
The dream of the beti to read the same letters as the beta?
Do you see what i see?
No? Okay.

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'Too old to believe in magic', is a terrible lie.

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There once lived a ghost, in a moody little town. Now she isnt your ordinary ghost, with pointy fangs or red blooded eyes. She was altogether different. But our ghost is no more the happy little ghost that she once used to be. And you may wonder why.

She lived under the roof of a gloomy old room. Perfect space for a ghost, you may think. And it was. And she wasnt alone. She lived with a girl of around 20. And our ghost was always happy, for she had her perfect prey.
She came out of her shadows everyday after midnight, and gave the girl sleepless nights one after other. And somedays at noon, and sometimes even when the girl was having a peaceful meal. The ghost was always with her. Days and months kept passing by, and our little ghost grew happier and stronger.

But alas, she is all gloomy now. The girl seems to sleep at night, seems to smile more brighter, and talk more often. The ghost has seemed to lose her charm. The girl no more had frightened sobs or muffled screams. And once again, you may wonder why. For she learned to fight the ghost. The ghost of her pasts.

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Did you know that every girl is made of a little pixie dust? From the day she opens her eyes to the day she closes it, there is an invisible aura of magic that she beholds.

If you haven't seen it, look closely. Still dont see it? Smiling with tears, bleeding every month without once complaining, carrying a life in her belly for 9 months and in her heart for the rest of her life; aren't these anything short of magic? And when they say you are only a girl, she smiles; for that is exactly what makes her special. The magic of being a girl.

But in the course of life, there might come a day, even she forgets her magical spark. And when that day comes, do remind her of her shine :)

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They say love is magic.
It is.
We know it's an illusion, and yet we hope it's true.

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When I was five, my mom used to tell me that the most dangerous demons were the monsters lurking under my bed, and me, being my momma's girl, believed that for quite a while.
School taught me different. The incessant array of homeworks and exams terrified me without fail. And then came puberty, with its devout followers; depression and anxiety. Fighting them turned out to be my favoirite passtime.

Years passed, and my definition of the most dangerous thing in the world varied more frequently than my mood swings.
Maybe I am wrong, but of all the lessons life had in stock for me, the one that i treasured was learning about the most dangerous thing there is: trust.

It's like that last piece of rope you get while dangling off a cliff. You hold on to it like your very life is dependent on it. It would be your sole source of hope; until it breaks. Then it turns out be your fastest means to the end.
So is trust. Trust me.

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If someone makes you their second priority, make them your last.

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Life has a strange way of messing us up at times but life has an even stranger way of making up for it. Sometimes the whole world seems to be pitch black to us, but black cant get blacker, it can only get lighter. So is life.
When the pain life has in store for us reaches its peak, there you reach the saturation. There you attain a confidence that only the rarest few might have experienced. Probably you might reach a stage where you might have everyone, but no one you can call yours. There you would find your inner you. The most beautiful version of u. Embrace it. Live it to the fullest. For life is worth it.

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Let the storm pass, they said.
But never did they mention how to face the storm.

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"What would they think?"
- The biggest dream killer

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