The Boy Who Wanted to Be a Magician
Five questions take me from childhood dreams of magic and robots to the people I love, the life I have lived, and what success means to me now.
Five questions take me from childhood dreams of magic and robots to the people I love, the life I have lived, and what success means to me now.
When the giant fell It stirred up life In the woods A noise For deaf ears. All the animals, Birds and bees Rejoiced; Finally, a feast To last them Many winters. Along came a spider Down his web To enshroud The beast’s Finger. Sealed it
Fantastic Mr Fox is a witty, positive and deeply satisfying Roald Dahl story about courage, cleverness, family and helping a community survive.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is a magical and satisfying story about kindness, temptation, imagination, and hope in Roald Dahl’s extraordinary world.
It’s that time of the year again, when I feel absolutely drained of energy. It’s the day after Janmashtami. I guess a day without food kind of brings my entire body and spirit down. Perhaps it takes me back to an abject yesteryear, when I
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Day by day, as my nights waned Unto ’nother sunrise, I waited like a schoolboy For my school bus, Distracted by a hundred thoughts And sometimes by the traffic ahead, Seeking what was sure to come Or hoping it wouldn’t at all, That I might
The Velveteen Rabbit book review I expected to write was about a simple children’s classic. Instead, I found myself reflecting on one of the most powerful stories I have ever read. I can’t believe such a laconic children’s book could be so profound and impactful,
In this The Hidden Pool Book Review, I wanted to share an experience that was far more personal than I expected. I bought this book for my niece and ended up reading it myself. I suppose the child within you never truly dies. It was
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