Magic

I am totally into it. Then, it is brilliant. It is magic. But soon I realize, the magic was just an illusion. The magic, pleads sorry. I am taken in again. Like an innocent child. Getting caught with magic's misery. But then, magic turns ugly. Baffled, I wonder. Then, again the illusion is recreated. And then, again misery. Magic's mistake or mine?

Magic could be replaced with anything tragic in life. A unhealthy relationship. An abusive father. An immature husband. Or a manipulative mother.

A lot of us, wonder why life never seems k for us. Why is it that, When I put in effort, the other person is far from realilizing it? Why is it that I am continously victimized? I wish I had a remedy for this. May be a potion of a pink liquid like Alice in Wonderland consumed.

But I am sure, by now, we know life is not a Wonderland. It could be. But it is not. :-) The gap is too less but too much.