Minds speak.
And in the wee hours of this very night, mine spoke. Of regrets, of wonders and of doubts.
I thought of you and I had an epiphany.
You stop dead on one of your tracks and you left a precious something in the storm.
And so, I have questions. Have you managed forgiveness?
Have you conquered forgetness?
The howling wind, the pouring rain, the melancholy mind.
Have I conquered forgetness?

“Think how much easier it would all be if there was some swift surgical procedure to whisk away all the ugly memories and mistakes and leave only the fun trips and special holidays, but until that day arrives, what to do? Rely on the same old needle point philosophy of forgive and forget? Can you ever really forgive, if you can’t forget?” Carrie Bradshaw

I have found the magic. It is magical realism.

And because I love fascinating stories...

I had never been up in a plane before, and the experience of passing through clouds… was spookily like the images of After Life in movies, paintings and story-books that I got the shivers. Was I traveling to the country of the dead? I half expected to see a pair of pearly gates standing on the fluffy fields of cumulus outside my window…
“I feel as if I have slipped in time,” I told the friendly stewardess some while later. “But whether into the future or the past, I cannot say.”
“Many passengers feel that way,” she reassured me. “I tell them, it is neither. The past and future are where we spend most of our lives. In fact, what you are going through in this small micro-cosmos of ours is the disorientating feeling of having slipped for a few hours into the present.”
The Moor’s Last Sigh

P/S: Exams are 23 days away. I am dead.

On another note...
C is my favourite writer and it is because there is magic in her writing.