There is place, where magic exists, where you are warm and safe. A place only meant for you, a place where mostly nothing goes wrong. After a tiring day, that place is your comfort, your tears are dried and smiles are widened. It is a place where you know you belong. But it isn’t a house. It is more alive than a mere building space, more breakable than brick. It took me years to realise the existence of this place. But it is real, not just a mere illusion. But to find this place, you must have a very special key. And that key is Love.
(PS: Yes this one is a very rosy cheesy post but I yeah I do believe in magic. 😀 )
PS : Zoya Rana was with me. Remember her.