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It’s Not Magic, It’s You! Short Kids Story

October 25, 2020
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Do you believe in magic? Well, I don’t, but my little girl does, so much so that she emotionally blackmailed me all the way to accept there is magic around us!

Giving it a second thought I agreed and solemnly swear that, yes! there is magic around us.

We started our evening walk when she told me a story about ‘a dog and the moon‘. (did I tell you she creates amazing stories, some weird and a few astonishingly wonderful) So, the story goes like this –

Dog and the moon were lonely, they stay awake in the dark nights to keep each others company and happy at their respective places. The dog lived at the far end of the street and had no friends, and Moon, well we all know it’s up there (alone) shining all the time.

One day, the dog was very hungry and kept crying (howling) throughout the night. Moon was also not feeling very well that day, he had a headache (like you Mumma, in her words). His head was throbbing listening to the loud howling from the dog, angrily he told the dog to be quiet!

This surprised the dog and he asked the moon to give him some food. ‘Once my tummy will be full, I won’t make any noise’, replied the dog. Moon was very irritated and said, ‘why don’t you eat my head, it is useless anyway‘.

The dog was so hungry that he jumped high and ate the moon’s head! You know, that’s why we have a crescent moon.

This bewildered me, and I told her, this is not true! ‘The crescent moon is because of the various phases of the moon, isn’t it? We have studied that in school last year‘.

Without giving any ado to my question, she continued with her story.

So, after the dog ate the moon’s head, his tummy started getting jiggly-jelly and he puked the moon’s head out. That’s why we have a full moon.

I couldn’t hold my curiosity anymore and asked her if she has totally forgotten how the moon’s phases work?

‘Mom, I know and remember the phases of the moon – but the little kids may not understand if we tell them just the names of these phases. Waning crescent, waxing crescent, first quarter, third quarter, waning gibbous, waxing gibbous, full moon, etc are too tough for kids to learn.’

She added further, ‘when I will become a teacher, this is how I will teach my students! with the help of this kids short stories’.

Now, imagine my beaming proud face! As a parent and educator, I also believe in concept-based learning, but this is an absolutely different level of evolved thought-process. She is just eight and thinking of exploring ways to make concepts easy to understand.

So, now I ask you this question – Do you believe in magic? Yes, I do and the magic is in You!

I am journaling this post as ‘mom-daughter conversation during the evening walks’. Memories that will bring smiles to our faces tomorrow! Thank you for reading, and don’t forget to answer the question – Do You Believe in Magic in the comments below.

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Welcome back! I am glad to see you here, your comments and feedback are my motivation to write more and explore different perspectives of romantic fiction writing.

Disclaimer – This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.

The ships were unloading at the dock, bustling with daybreak’s chaos, the port is the last place anyone would like to visit first in the morning. But some people don’t have a choice, they follow what is asked from them – obediently.

Cranes were busy picking up the cargo from the ships and placing them in chronological order for further inspection. A green-colored container, hanging from a giant crane was moved directly to the truck standing at the back of narrow passageway. The inspector signs the clearance papers and waves it to move away.

“Move it!” yelled an authoritative voice and truck started rolling out slowly. He has done the task assigned, perfectly yet again, proving his dominance for the role.

Driving his own car, a Range Rover Extended Wheelbase, black beast an embodiment of luxury, power and a killer drive, Joseph looks all but dangerous. Entering the Givani estate he killed the smoke and pulled out of the driveway. A long look at the pastures and he can see Nikkie galloping with Marrie, her favorite mare.

She is an adorable thing, beautiful but furious like a tigress enclosed in a cage. He likes her temperament, his instant aphrodisiac. Keeping the kinky thoughts away, he enters the veranda to meet Savio Givani.

“The cargo has arrived Boss,” he said in a low-keyed tone. Savio doesn’t like high pitch voice inside these four walls. He is the only master of his universe until Nikkie gets married off, and soon.

“How many times I told you not to call me that, I am like your father, Josie boy!” he gave Joseph a gentle pat on the back. “as always, my boy, as always. Well Done.”

Read Part 1 of this story here.

Joseph doesn’t like it when Savio calls him ‘Josie’, ‘it makes me feel like a girl,’ he cursed inside, but could never muster the courage to say it loud. Seeing Nikkie descending from Marrie to come inside, he straightens up a little to look taller and powerful.

Already six feet two-inch-tall or maybe little more in height, broad shoulders, masculine chest, chiseled body with a strong jaw-line. He is everything, girls desire in their private room behind closed doors.

Nikkie entered the sitting area, in a better mood after spending time with Marrie. Placing a swift peck on her father’s cheek, she got up to leave them to their business-talks.

“Won’t you say HI to Joseph? What did he do now, forgot your gift or birthday?” blurted Savio in dismay. He never understood women despite of marrying thrice!

She looked back to her dad with frowned brows, “he is your pet, not mine,” and she walked past Joseph with her nose high.

Her floral fragrance entered his senses and the urge to have her returned with a vengeance. He took an excuse to talk to her and started following Nikkie. Just around the corner, he pulled her towards the outer wall and clutched her waist tightly.

“What the hell are you doing?” she shrieked when he placed his masculine hand on her soft mouth to shut it. Coming close to whisper in her ears, “I can be your pet again, but you just have to ask nicely.”

His tone was sensual, she hates him to the core but this voice still turns her on.

Joseph inhaled her fragrance deeply and loosened his grip, she didn’t move despite being free. He still has magic on her, it’s the raw desire which defeats her determination. Her eyes were melting under his carnal stare, she can feel the sensual tension building up between them.

It took a strong resolve to move away from him, she stepped back and hurried towards her room. Once inside, she bolted the room and went straight to her bed. The images from the past came rushing back to her, their bodies on this very bed, entwined together, exploring each other wildly.

Before her mind could go any deeper into the memories, she picked up the phone to call an inter-state taxi.

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A week later.

“Yes, I am going to sign the papers today, which will make ME his legal guardian, which also means, I can get rid of this naughty little terrorist, whenever I want,” Rohini told her son jokingly over the video call.

“Oh, come on Mom! You love him more than me, you just don’t agree. Isn’t it right, Keeeeeezooooo” Raunak hollered from the other side.

Keezo started fluttering around in his cage listening to Raunak’s voice. Their bond is deep and Rohini loves to have any presence of her son in the house, even if it is in the shape of a funny little parakeet.

“Okay so tell me again, how do you know this Vikram guy?” Raunak asked casually.

“He came for a counseling session with his niece and heard Keezo calling me names. That’s when he saw him and asked about the license.” Rohini explained in short.

“I hope he is genuine and not duping you for some money, Mom” Raunak sighed.

“Of course not! He is a Supreme Court senior advocate, why would he try to fleece his niece’s counselor?” Rohini defended him almost instantly.

Raunak was too taken aback, “Okay okay, chill Mom, geez… what has got in you? You don’t usually react like this.”

Rohini took a long breath and exclaimed, “I know what I am doing. This is the right way of adopting birds or animals of exotic species.”

“You got it, Mom, sorry, I didn’t mean to rattle you,” he supplied calmly.

It was not Raunak who rattled her, but she was nervous meeting Vikram today at his office, which happens to be in the same building as her counselor training center. The only place she calls the office and goes to every fortnight for training and education purposes. She doesn’t like mixing personal and professional.

CORN! CORN! Screeched Keezo breaking Rohini’s spell, ‘yeah yeah, getting up buddy!’ she grumbled at her parakeet.

Two hours later, she was entering Vikram’s office where the assistant guided her to his chamber. Senior Advocate Vikram Sethi’s nameplate was hung outside his door in black and gold. The office has a minimal design with floor-to-wall cabinets alphabetically holding books. Light brown upholstery of furniture and dark tanned wooden table.

There was a peculiar fragrance in the place, she was unable to locate the smell. Spicy, woodsy with the undertone of burned citrus. It’s too good, she made a mental note to ask his assistant about the room freshener.

Vikram was not in the room and she took the side sofa, the wall beside her was adorned with accolades and many pictures of Vikram receiving some sort of felicitations. She was intrigued by one specific picture which had her husband’s organization’s logo. Something fluttered in her mind, a fleeting feeling she couldn’t point to, but her mood plummeted.

Vikram entered the room while talking on the phone, his voice deep, he smiled at Rohini gesturing for a minute to finish his conversation. Walking over to his chair he sat down while powering his computer.

Rohini started checking her phone while waiting for him to finish the phone call. She was checking her work schedule for the next week when she felt eyes demanding her attention. She looked up from her phone and found Vikram looking at her with a deep gaze.

His eyes somehow always intimidate her, even after their friendly dinner last week, she somehow feels anxious under his dissecting eyes.

Vikram finished the call looking at her, “you look great” he said from his chair.

Rohini was fidgeting with her phone and just smiled back, “I am sorry for taking up your busy time, let me know what needs to be done, and then you can get back to your work.”

“Work is just taken care of” he waved towards his phone, “I am free until late evening, so we can sign the papers here and then grab a quick lunch across the street?” he asked gauging her reaction.

Rohini was taken aback, “No! I mean, it is okay, you don’t have to bother. I will complete the paperwork here and then must visit my center on the upper floor.”

“You have an office here, and I am not aware of it?” Vikram was surprised.

Redness crept over Rohini with his voice of surprise, “Well, technically it is not my office, I mean, I am not the boss. But yeah, I sort of helped a friend when she was establishing the counselor training center. So, I come here every fortnight to lecture and train aspiring counselors.”

“Just my luck! So, I get to meet you every fortnight, amazing” he said more to himself than to anyone else. Anyone would appreciate this kind of attention, but Rohini gets fidgety with unwanted attention.

To be continued…

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