The Magic Place......and the Miracle

 

                    

      Someone told me once that every city has a 'Magic Place', a place where we go when we need to think seriously about life, think about things which went wrong, A place to Pray, A place to wish, A Place to hope and most important A place where we feel closer to GOD.

Since childhood I was always able to find my 'Magic Place' in different forms weather it is Maa's puja room at home or lake at Bhopal or Pandit ji chai shop or that bench outside the B-hostel at Nirma. And here in Delhi I found it again my desk in the study room.

Today while seating at my Magic Place I was thinking about past when I just came from home. Plans then had been very simple. Do engineering take job and live happily ever after then things beginning to change. For the first time I experienced doubt. Doubt on my own beliefs, doubts on things that made me happy, doubt on my being. Now I feel fear which I never experienced before. A fear generated from the lack of confidence in my own actions which sometime hurt people I love. Those People might not understand me; They may despise my efforts, But my magic place helps me know that I am as brave as they are, Because I seek god even though I don’t believe in him. I look up in the sky and know that God will understand me, because brave are those who make decisions despite their fear, who are gripped by anxiety about their every action, wondering if they are right or wrong. And yet, nevertheless, they act.

I sit on my magic place to think about past actions and what leads to those decisions and I have lovely memories, moist eyes, shattered dreams, mistakes, woes, Feeling sorry, Regrets, trembling hands, shaky legs, yet I am fearless to take future decisions because I believe in miracle called life.