It’s your birthday. It’s also Harry’s. When I was 14, a whisper of The Boy Who Lived had spread across my city, and when I first ran my fingers over the tips of those pages, little did I know that he would change my life. So even when either of you do not know me, you have saved me in every way a person can be saved.
You taught me it was okay to be a bookworm like Hermione, to be insecure at times like Ron, to be clumsy and dorky like Neville, to be my super weird self like Luna, to obsess over a crush and get over it like Ginny, to feel lonely like Harry, to make grave mistakes like the Marauders, Dumbledore and Snape – as long as, eventually, my heart was in the right place. You showed that being mischievous and being evil mean different things. You taught me that chocolate can blissfully dim my sorrows (and cramps), but I alone hold the power to fight them, with my strongest happy memories. You taught me that powerful people can be wrong, and governments infiltrated.
Thank you, for giving me a castle to come back to after a long, tiring day and finding some magic again. Thank you for teaching a generation of children the value of laughter and friendship over other things.
Grownups tend to forget the magic that lies in the minds of those who remain curious. Thank you for reminding me that nothing is lost until we stop believing. And love in all its forms, is eternal. I grew up with Harry, Ron and Hermione and it seems the long distance love affair is going to stay. For all the times you made me believe that I was the only one who could change my life, I can’t thank you enough. And finally, thank you for reminding me that happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, only if one remembers to turn on the light.
Thank you, for showing us that, “Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.” I knew words have their impact, but never before have had I truly realised their full force until I was battling my clouds in a dark room watching Harry, Ron and Hermione slug it out with the darkest wizard ever, hopeless but holding on, because we all have our own Dementors and we must find the energy to cast our own Patronuses.
I now dream and live at the same time.
A crazy fan.
Telling stories is her profession. Megha is a travel journalist from Bangalore. She is either on a trip or planning one. And in between she becomes a storyteller and writes travel stories, too.
She holds a Masters degree in History and Journalism and has spent over six years working on newspapers in India and abroad in various roles, such as business and features reporter, culture and travel associate editor.
From interviewing A R Rehman before he won Oscar, welcoming the Canadian Tourism Minister on his last visit to India, doing an exclusive with the present Tourism Minister of India, learning to shake some moves with world-famous Moulin Rouge troupe and securing exclusive interviews all along, Megha has a wealth of experience in all genres of journalism.
Megha specialises in hard news, interviews, lifestyle and travel writing.
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