Magician Deepak More

I run things out of my place in Manjalpur, at E/20/2. It’s not a shop or a big company office, just where I keep all my gear and practice my routines. My name is Deepak More, and I’ve been doing magic for a long time now. The house is usually full of boxes, colorful scarves, and decks of cards scattered on the table. People usually call me up for birthdays, weddings, or local events in the neighborhood. I don't have a big stage or a flashy theater with lights; it’s more about doing tricks for people right in front of them. Sometimes the kids from the street peek in the window to see if I’m working on something new or making something disappear. It’s a bit of a mess in my workroom, to be honest. There are half-finished props and mirrors everywhere. I spend a lot of time just sitting in my chair, trying to get a coin move right or fixing a wand that broke at the last show I did. My neighbors are used to seeing me carry strange-looking suitcases and folded tables to my car on the weekends. It’s a quiet life in Manjalpur when I’m not performing. I don't have a secretary or a marketing team; I just answer the phone myself and write down the booking dates in a battered old diary I've had for years. It’s a simple way to live, making people smile with a few surprises here and there. I focus on the work.