Under the spell of Harry Potter

I still remember the day when I first read this book. My mom brought a translated version from a local library. As a reading enthusiast, I always used to grab a book as she came and see if I like it. But that day, I just laid my eyes on it for a second and ignored it. Yeah, an animated picture of a boy sitting on a broom and the book name was saying, “AND THE SORCERER’S STONE” (By some mistake, ‘Harry Potter’ was not imprinted on the cover page)

My mom was surprised & said, “It’s a famous book, at least take a look.” I am sure she regretted saying it. I took it. I opened it, Harry Potter… Yeah, I have heard about it. It’s famous, I though. I went to my room.

At the end of the first chapter, I was called for dinner and I couldn’t wait to go back to read it. THAT…. That was the day, the magical day, where it all began. It’s like I entered Diagon Alley with Harry & didn’t come back.

That craze, that love, that excitement of every new book and movie… Those rumors of Harry dying in last part, that relief when he didn’t die, those endless discussions with friends… Yes, I loved every bit of it. Every place, every spell, every dialogue, every character, even Umbridge.

Hats off to the author who touched heart of millions of people of every age group. I felt happy, sad, broken, relieved, incomplete, satisfied… every emotion that trio felt while reading those books. Didn’t you?

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