Im dreaming an Aisha( wake up sid's ).... The Living room a white washed walls and the wide spread wall donned a yellow crome colour with the photo frames of my folks and friends, my mumma's water colour paintings and some of her charcoals. i had decided to put off the while lighted tubelights and lit the kandils. The chinese paper lanterns and the very Indian clothed kandil. My room looked looked bright and very beautiful all lit and welcoming. My studio didn't have a bed. It had a gaadi. the one i could convert as a low sitting sofa when i had friends and aai, baba and aaji over. I had an antique small wooden carved shelf cum desk with my books neatly arranged on it. I had choosen a light shade of pink transparemt curtains for my windows. A thick coat of orange curtains bordered them. A cool breeze made my curtains dance. I let them. I din't really bother tying them. A strong brew of coffee wavered into my studio. The evergreens 'Ajeeb dastana hai yeh',
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