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MAGIC

Who says that love is a feeling?  Love is it self a creator of feelings. You are hating some one, it is also because there is no love. It is a shadow of love, it self, like you are holding a torch and light is coming out of it. If love is the light then the other side of the torch must be dark. This darkness or lack of love is hate. Some times people can't differentiate between love and hate because they are so attached to each other that it masks the existence of the other. How many times you have hated the person you love, ask your self. Love is magic, just like magic, it is here to run this world, to shuffle the fate of a person on the tarot desk of life. It is magic, if you close your eyes and let your mind swim, you will find love, sitting on the throne and the most beautiful thing that you have ever seen can make your life completely changed after interacting with it. Love is creator of inspiration, respect, it is the most powerful energy that it is always associated for God, Almighty. The Divine wants nothing but love.

Love is thus praised by Almighty. This whole universe is based on this love theory, all souls, can feel love or hatred in this universe, affecting the entirety and the reality they create around themselves.

Mostly people think that there purpose of life is becoming successful and getting this Masters degree, or getting their dream job or traveling the whole world. What they don't realize it they want all of it is "love." Yes "love and respect in others eyes." We are designed this way that we create love. We want to receive it too. If there is any thing important in this world, it is to satisfy ourselves and may be for many get respect, or become noble, or get more material.

He has all the fortune, he wanted but suddenly, flash backs hits his head hard, hard enough to that it felt like he is going to sweat. 

Lets do the tarot reading today, Areeb. She was the one who is always interested in tarot cards. She believed that actually planets themselves will knock the door  and whisper what schemes are they plotting against her and Areeb. Areeb on the other hand these things unusual from other stuff, so he actually enjoy the candles and spooky, haunted room tarot. 

"Ask any question about your future life". She was mixing the cards.

His eyes were peaking from the slits of lashes, as he was thinking the question while looking at the wall.

"What kind of man I will be, after ten years?"
"Hmm" She was considering it a wise question.

She spread the cards in front of him.

"Now, choose seven cards."
"Okay, but one by one." He wanted a quick reading.

He pointed at a card and she pulled it out.

Look "Chariot", she exclaimed with joy, while he was scowling at her, "what does it means?"
She smiled and her head tilted, her curled hair dropped on her shoulders, her eyes were sparkling with excitement, it is a good card by the way.

She smiled "It means,  control, will power, victory assertion."
He looked at the cards for a second raising his eyebrows. "So that means?"

"It means you can control, yourself and your life too."

"Oh,  wow" He his tensed scowl faded in the raised eye brows and he nodded two three times, looking at the cards.

"I don't know why these cards are coming out? when I am not like this." He was looking serious, in suspicion he was looking at the meanings of the meanings written in the playing instruction book.She read his irritation "You don't  know that what your life will bring to you."

He picked the stack of the cards and shuffled in his boy like gestures, he was far more graceful than girls.

"Hermit"  In the card, An old man wearing hooded cloak was holding the torch in his hand and the other was holding a long stick. 

"What does it means?" He was looking at her for answers, his black eyes were curious. He doesn't know how his magic works when he is concentrating on something. He must become a bewitching

charming, handsome man, a thought sprouted in her mind. She smiled to him, her innocent brown, friendly eyes always gives him answers that he wanted. 

"It means, it is someone who is looking inside their souls, some one who is lonely and who wants to seek the truth."

"Hmm, I consider my self appropriate for the devils card." he showed her a card from the tarot's deck while he was reading all the cards of the deck one by one.
Oh I like this card too, he grinned and showed her mischievously.

A man and a woman were standing naked looking at each other an angel were higher above them showering rose petals on them.

It popped her eyes, she threw a card on him, "Pervert"

He laughed heartily, rolling in the ball on the floor.

"Well the girl is so .....aham"

"You, are such a bad ass."
She grabbed a pillow from her bed and hit him. while he was still holding the card looking at that.
"Give it back to me." She couldn't keep her self from laughing with him.

"Wait, let me show it to aunty." He was a devil's assistant. His eyes were sparkling with happiness.

"Are  you any thing lesser than the devil?" She held her arms to stop him to go out of the room.
"Yeah, Wicked Witch." He was sticking his tongue out at her when she, tried to snatch the card in his hand. 

"Okay, now give back the cards to the wicked witch, Mr. Devil."

They end up fighting like lion cubs. The card was gone somewhere but, they kept fighting laughing kicking each other, till he made a deal that he will keep tarot cards their secret.