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Magic touch

The bright sunlight was his ultimate companion. His eyesight had gone hazy , his hands blunt but his spirit was yet indomitable.

He had spent his life toiling to that machine which had been smart enough to carve out dresses out of yards of clothes. People, he knew them by the choice of their dresses. They would bargain for money but whenever they saw the magic that his hands could produce, everyone took home a smile as a gift from the tailor.

Yes, he was proud of his skills. He could create magic and get rewarded. His missing tooth talked about the colours of life that he had seen. Life he knew, didn't only come to him in the black and white shades, he had on rarer occasions combined both and made it look beautiful. This was his trick, he knew to play with colours. He could make stuff look beautiful.

His office was shabby to the onlookers but this was the place which had inspired him to create his dreams, little did he want it to change. The malls and stores would glare at his shack with disdain but it was far from their reach , secured at the fringes. Only people who loved him found their way to reach him.
Every time he felt the fabric with his withered hands, he instantaneously knew what to carve out of it. The only thing he wanted was to keep the magic of his hands alive. He knew he could keep himself alive only till his hands would keep the magic alive. Life to him was a show and he knew to keep the show going.

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