“She was happy anyone could tell with magic possessing her moments in seclusion. The radiance in her was meant to make her look more fascinating. Now, gone were the days where smile was just a formality to let them still believe in magic; a charade at the beginning to be mistaken as a symbol of luck ,but sooner revealing it a web of pain ending with a bruise immortal. “
- Izza Ifzaal
Beautiful 🙂
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Thanks beautiful ❤
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Before she pretended to be happy now shes not pretending ? Is that the message? Just trying to understand
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She was happy with belief in the magic but later she gets to know magic isn’t about happiness but sadness majorly!
and now she sees magic as a facade making her fall for it in a first place!
I hope I cleared your doubt a bit ? 🙂
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Yea I understand it better now. Thanks
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Anytime 🙂
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Wonderful post…sometimes we love the idea of something like magic only to find it does not bring us the joy we expect…Cheers =)
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Yeah it doesn’t most of the times 😦
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Beautiful !! Magic perishes most of the times but the Magician who once knew the magic can always display his art in may be a new form to rekindle it 😀 Wow, I didn’t knew I thought something like that 😉
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Haha Kudos to you :p
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Izza, I love your writing ❤ This is why I have nominated you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award ❤
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Thanks aloot 🙂 I am obliged 🙂
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This is fabulous,indeed.:D
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Thank you soo much 🙂
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You’re very welcome! 😀
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