Emily
I was lost in my own thoughts, worried that these people, gathered before me, were wrong. I really wished that they had not made a mistake. But, I knew very well, good things never happened to me. If, this was not a dream and this world indeed existed then, I would find it difficult to live like a normal human again. May be, I could ask them to let me stay in their magical world. I doubted whether they would accept my request. Even before this idea could firmly cement itself in my mind I remembered a line which I had read sometime ago,
"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride."
The writer of this line had undoubtedly experienced the vagaries of life and yet lived to the fullest. I knew that, I had to harden myself up. I could not take anything that did not belong to me. This wor
