Dil hai chota sa.
Choti si asha...
One of my earliest memories is me stopping to listen to the strains of this song* as I flitted about the house as little girls are wont to. I remember thinking "this is my song". And so it was. A song that sang of lil' hopes that take wing, and rise to reach the skies. A song of a world that was waiting for this lil' heart to make hers. Yes, it was my song.
Today, I am terrified of the future, I'm terrified that I can not find a place for myself in the world. But my little heart quietly continues to hope, to dream of having a home, of sharing it with those I love, and those who love me.
*Choti-si asha, from the film Roja (1992)
Choti si asha...
One of my earliest memories is me stopping to listen to the strains of this song* as I flitted about the house as little girls are wont to. I remember thinking "this is my song". And so it was. A song that sang of lil' hopes that take wing, and rise to reach the skies. A song of a world that was waiting for this lil' heart to make hers. Yes, it was my song.
Today, I am terrified of the future, I'm terrified that I can not find a place for myself in the world. But my little heart quietly continues to hope, to dream of having a home, of sharing it with those I love, and those who love me.
*Choti-si asha, from the film Roja (1992)
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