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Organize

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I have my moments. Sometimes I’m superbly organized. At other times–don’t look at me. Maybe at times I become overwhelmed with work, with stuff not done, and need time to recover from tiredness. I drop down to zero level activity.

At those moments, I wish I knew some magic words, and could whisk myself to places where none could see me for a while.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful!

DAILY PROMPT

Organize

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Ten

Last year at the end of May was my grandson IB’s tenth birthday. 2016 was a bad year for him as his mother broke up with his father, and left him anguished and sad. He would sit for hours in a corner, hidden behind a sofa. He wouldn’t eat properly. 

The food on his plate remains uneaten, and multiplies by magic, as he absent mindedly pecks at it. As a child he called Walmart Lamart. He would tell his father to buy it. We would laugh at his request, cause he couldn’t realize his father didn’t have that kind of money. He was ever ready to go with his father to buy something from there. Now when his father asks him to go along with him when he comes to spend a day, or two, he refuses.

I am frightened at the changes in him, but can’t do anything about it as we don’t live in the same house. 


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Ten

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Do you believe in magic?

  
When I was a child how I wished for a magic wand to get lots of toys and candy. As I grew up I came to know magic was forbidden in Islam. Those who practiced it were companions of the fire meaning they would go to hell. Certainly I had no wish to go to hell so that put paid to my childish wish.

I know there are certain people who do dabble in magic. There is a cost to pay. Their faces get ravaged in time, and in the end they only harm themselves for a little gain in worldly goods.

One friend in a spirit of mischief decided to give me a book of spells. I had not asked for it and it was a surprise. I kept thinking why did she give me the book? Did she want me to lose my soul? 

I took a look and there were spells for whatever one wanted to do. I took a scissor and shred it into pieces. I didn’t want anyone to get hold of it but there must be many more from where it came from.

DAILY PROMPT

Do you Believe in Magic?

You have been transformed into a mystical being who has the ability to do magic. Describe your new abilities in detail. How will you use your new skills?

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Changes

Whenever I visit my son and his family, I feel I am in Seventh Heaven. The days pass so quickly. There are lots of changes in my grand sons. They are growing up. The elder two, specially the older one is meta morphing into a prickly creature. Both of them are sporting bushy unkept hairdos. To tell you the truth, in my heart I was pretty much aghast, but when their friends visited they looked the same with their hair. I breathed a sigh of relief that my grandsons are not the odd ones out.

The youngest one, IB is still his sweet, sunny self. He loves to perform his magic tricks. Yesterday he put a coin in my hand. Before closing my hand over the coin, he as quickly removed it, and touched my ear. He showed it to me, rather triumphantly, and told me, “See, I got it out of your ear.” I tried to look suitably impressed.

20130526-081341.jpgThey are standing with me, a few years back.

20130526-112406.jpgThe elder one as seen from the back now.