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there's a kind of magic in us that refuses to be tamed. the premise of this statement stands on a trembling ground, our own hands building the graves we hope to live inside for the rest of our lives. i vaguely remember my childhood memories playing games that could only exist in imagination and living inside stories that required all the belief someone is capable of holding. it is, thus, more tragic than surprising that i grew up to be such a skeptic.
when my friend gifted me this book, i wasn't prepared to dig the grave i build long back only to find the hope that i once buried down was still alive. eva luna is a person made up of dreams, of everything that our imagination is capable of fabricating. she weaves reality out of her stories and is brave enough to live in it. despite my incredulity, i like to believe that there's a part of eva that still lives inside all of us, fierce enough to be wild.
i love people. i love the stories that made them, that break them, that give them hope, that give their dreams wings, their thoughts, their emotions, their magnanimous smiles, their overwhelming sorrows, their debilitating struggles and their soul- crushingly beautiful lives. a beautiful character of one of my favourite movies said that if there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone. just like eva, her words bring me closer to myself. we do not always dig up the ground to build graves, we sometimes dig it up to hide our most beautiful, prized treasures.
there's something extraordinarily divine in you and me. and in this all-encompassing space that exists in between. it is our understanding, our lost and found treasure - our magic.
when my friend gifted me this book, i wasn't prepared to dig the grave i build long back only to find the hope that i once buried down was still alive. eva luna is a person made up of dreams, of everything that our imagination is capable of fabricating. she weaves reality out of her stories and is brave enough to live in it. despite my incredulity, i like to believe that there's a part of eva that still lives inside all of us, fierce enough to be wild.
i love people. i love the stories that made them, that break them, that give them hope, that give their dreams wings, their thoughts, their emotions, their magnanimous smiles, their overwhelming sorrows, their debilitating struggles and their soul- crushingly beautiful lives. a beautiful character of one of my favourite movies said that if there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone. just like eva, her words bring me closer to myself. we do not always dig up the ground to build graves, we sometimes dig it up to hide our most beautiful, prized treasures.
there's something extraordinarily divine in you and me. and in this all-encompassing space that exists in between. it is our understanding, our lost and found treasure - our magic.