We humans; may consider ourselves however smart or rational in thoughts, are still somewhere deep inside a bit superstitious. We all or atleast a bunch of us believe in hardwork but even then we give some amount of weight to fate or destiny.
There are still people who don’t believe in God on any usual
day but if exams are around the corner, a student starts praying fervently in
hope to excel or rather just pass also. If a particular number favors us, we
try and make sure that number plays a great role in everything we do be it the
house number of a brand new flat or the plate number of a recently purchased car
or even the number of letters in one’s name.
When “important” people like filmstars or politicians can
have so much faith in such things, well then I am no different. I am not that
much into beliefs but I still blame my luck for any wrongdoings which befall on
my normal routine. And I equally believe in lucky charms too. Though I never
thought my lucky charm would turn out to be a breathing soul.
"Felix Felicis or Liquid Luck" (which is better known to all
those who are well versed with the magical world of J.K Rowling) is a magical golden
potion that makes the drinker of that potion extremely lucky for a particular
amount of time.
And that’s what I would call her too.
She came into my life when maybe I needed no luck. I was
doing just fine with my life. All was happy-go-lucky; until she arrived. Not
that we became pals the moment we met. I didn’t take any liking to her the
first time I saw her. For me she was nothing but a replacement for someone
else.
But slowly after months of avoiding her, I had to give into
her constant bouts of affection. And since then I have been extremely
protective of her.
I have never seen someone so mischievous as her. The moment
she had entered our house, she had made it hers, exploring every nook and
corner and getting familiar with the idea of being with us. She always had a
boisterous attitude and a knack for getting both me and my brother into
trouble.
She is the life of our house and the most favoured one too. Sometimes
I feel I am the adopted one compared to her but have never been jealous of her
and the attention she garners from all in the family as well as friends.
So yes she is a bundle of joy for all but still doesn’t explain
why I consider her my lucky charm, does it?
Well if I explained it all in one go, where would be the
fun?
She is more than just a happy picture, she is deep down the
reason I smile more than earlier.
