Magic!
I pray to thee do not simplify this phenomenon.
Do not explain it to me as a co-incidence.
Do not call it an art.
Do not call it a craft.
Do not call it a trick.
Do not demonstrate it by waving a wand.
Do not pull a dis/appearing act and call it magic.

Magic!
It is something that our rational minds cannot comprehend.
Magic is an event.
Magic is an occurrence.
Magic is a phenomenon.
A phenomenon that transcends the everyday.
I pray to thee do not call it luck.

When your eye does not believe what is in front of it and your brain takes time to respond,
when your jaw drops and the feeling of extreme excitement takes over making your hair stand, when emotions run high and you stand there, just stand,
not knowing what to do, a silent spectator to the display of a force unleashed.
That is magic!

Yesterday was lived as fragments of magical experiences.
The day was put together as if these fragments were part of a jigsaw puzzle, each one bearing a unique relation to its surroundings. These fragments come together to form a memory, an everlasting memory of a day that was.
Of a day I stood witness to, a day when time flew by in front of me, as I stood and watched each fragment unravel, leaving me awestruck!

One magical day!