Today, Aisha woke up like any other day; she reached for her phone, turned off her alarm, rolled up the shade and placed her feet gently on the carpet floor. But what she didn't know, was that this was a day that would resist routine. A day when our Aisha had the power to change the world around her and make it a season of her very own. After a year of endless hours confined to the library, equations that rolled across pages and tears that flowed across oceans, now was the time to place her foot firmly outside to make the heavens remember that she was really alive.

On the other side of the world, a boy sings songs out of his window and into the street in hopes of her catching a note or two on her way to class. He doesn't know it yet, but her ear is tuned to his song and her journey begins.

So with a hop in her step and a breeze in her hair, nothing could stop this blazing brunette miracle from turning her surroundings into a tornado of merriment and glee. This little Aisha had the energy of a thousand armies and was set on changing the world.

So she crosses the street she smiles at passing strangers who are lit up by the incandescence of her twinkling face as she steps on through the park gate. The trees open up and she feels safe under their grand bridge of leaves that looked over her since the Fall. She walks faster now, each step more sure than the last as her aura grows into a shielded rainbow that blossoms flowers and ripples ponds as she passes by.

The boy sings louder too, his hand strumming the guitar like a passionate hammer. His voice piercing the clouds above and riding up and down the waves of the ocean, twisting his spirit in and out of the melody.

Fueled by his song she begins to run, exiting the park and blasting back onto the street - weaving her stride in and out of the passing cars and hurried bicycles - the sun caresses her face - her head pointing up towards the horizon form where the music derives. It gets louder and louder and her head fills with memories: laughter, cleadles, mornings under the covers - their elegant fate makes her legs feel like feathers and she slices the sky....








Sukh hai alag aur chain alag hai
Par ye jo dekhe wo nain alag hai
Chain to apna sukh hai paraaye

Sapno se bhare naina To neend hai na chaina

says SHAMA.how very true!