Aastha...spreading belief

When colors melt... On a dark night...Stars sparkle... When Martian red melts it's heart over the luscious earthy greens and sparkling stars spread across dancing, to celebrate the moment of love in the universe... And then the cupid swooshed the magic wand... Round n round... Filled the pot with dreamy magical particles... ...My little treasure decorated with dreams...

"Men do not shape destiny, Destiny produces the man for the hour." Fidel Alejandro Castro Ruz August 13, 1926 – November 25, 2016

A voice that brings the smile on my face, reaching far to a dimple on the cheeks blushing red and eyes get sparkles of a starry night... You are my favorite sound

Have a dream. A big dream, a small one. Live your dream. There can be thousands of things to be sad about, but have a dream to live for. Live your life to the fullest. Just be happy. Live it! its beautiful! Its worth it! Believe me......am Aastha ....spreading belief

 Sometimes its quite interesting to wait at airport, specially when you expect boredom during those virtually endless waiting hrs. One such expectation of mine was crashed by the wonderful people around that I started observing, and the flow of thoughts some good, some funny or may be weird too. A pilot not a local eating alone, barely looking away from the food..must be those hectic schedules and the hunger or may be just the feeling of eating alone. Not being judgmental, but we can have so many thoughts. A couple, a rare in appearance.. the lady is not even reaching the man's shoulders in height..still a perfect couple....happy....love is blind...how does that matter. A family, where the child is making parents run after him, throughout the court for getting fed. This kid is a smart one, giving his parents a good shot of gym.....but oops dad still has a paunch....Surprise!!!! A big family, Yash Raj Films types...who stays together who laughs together, eats together ...

As I open my eyes, my day begins with your smiling bright face. Your vibrant glowing face reflects on my face. I love cozily hiding some more in my quilt when you look upon from my window this morning. Still irresistible you, make me reach my balcony to meet you. Your fragrance with the breeze kiss my cheeks red, playing with my hair, stroking them softly. You give me hope and energy. I love you. Oh ! you warm sun of the new winter morning!