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“April is the cruellest month,” T. S. Eliot declared, “breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land…”  April is my summer break.  I’m going to celebrate it with a lot of writing, “stirring (certain) dull roots with spring rain.”  Daily blogging is one of those challenges.  ‘One of’ implies that I have taken up another challenge too.  That will be revealed towards the end of April.  This is to comply with Blogchatter: reveal the theme of my AtoZ posts. 



I wrote a few days back that “My A2Z may begin with Abracadabra and end on a magical Zenith.”  Yes, the theme of my AtoZ posts is: Life’s Magic. It can be read as:
1.     Life is Magic
2.     Life has Magic
3.     The Magic of Life

The first post will indeed be titled Abracadabra and the last Zenith.  Abracadabra starts off the magic.  I hope to take you to the Zenith of a magic mountain by the time we reach the end of April.  I’m not the wizard, however.  You will be the wizard with your own magic wand, your own magic spells.  Here is my invitation to you to Life’s Magic.


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  1. Wow! Waiting for the magical posts! Great theme :-)

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  2. Looking forward to your posts in April. Wonderful theme :-)

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  3. Can't wait for April, as magic begins then. Good luck Tomichan, even we are participating this year.

    Cheers
    MeenalSonal from AuraOfThoughts

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  4. Hi Tomichan! Am sure you will ace this one..looking forward to your posts :)

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  5. This sounds interesting! I would like to see the magic come alive this April. All the best

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  6. This sounds great.
    Looking forward. All the best 🙂

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    1. Delighted, Purba. It'll be great to have you here.

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