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Arrival at La La Land to find Fantastic Beasts

When you’re walking around the mall and see a piano playing itself to a set tune with a barricade around it saying- “just enjoy the music from a distance”, but deep down, you wish you were wearing a suit or tuxedo, jump right in, start playing it and the whole mall breaks into singing and dancing- You’re still not over La La Land. At least I wasn’t. From the way it flows and you find it difficult to put the experience of it into words. Just like something that cannot be explained, but experienced only in a dark room, on a large screen through four seasons- a perfect symphony of the love for dreams and dream of love. Something that could make you remember the most inanimate thing, that you’ve forgotten and stays in the cupboard or the last time you played it. A guitar that you used to play for the fun of it, means a lot more and you wish it was here, with you. When Bollywood that thrives in music in creating moments falls short in front of a magical musical, and you know it’s something special that you ought to see, if you want to create beautiful things even if nobody cares. Then you arrive at Arrival. There is something beautifully poignant about movies like Interstellar and Arrival- when you enter with your minds thinking its sci-fi and when you come out, you realize it's much more than that. Beyond all that. Beyond genres. At the end of it, you experience something magical, you're happy but you don't have a smile. Eyes stuck on the screen, witnessing this beautiful poignancy that something magical exists. A belief in the fact, that the most beautiful thing to do in life is to create this, for a roomful of strangers sitting in a dark room and experiencing the extraordinary. Like an orchestra performing and you don't see the conductor, who's magically waving his wand, typing words on a screen. And that love is an experience, the driving force to create. Not something forced, the way it connects to you, to yourself. A life that only you're aware of, the one that you lead, the one that you try to share- just so that you can be something, understand the way it all works to an extent, that the power to create remains magical throughout. After all this magic, the obscurial looks like the language of the heptopods

, you’re still not over all this and you go searching for Fantastic Beasts. The only magical moment for a Harry Potter fan, like I am was at the end when he says, I’m going to maybe come and give a copy in person. I think the word- magic has redefined itself to me, over the years. And a feeling to create that magic for the world, within you is born.

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