If I were the night, I would have never let the moon talk me into believing him that he's gonna stay...

When I was young, I wished to fly into the sunset...Now I just gather food and twigs, the sunset looks beautiful from my nest.

Raining desires, sunshine of hope, rainbow-coloured dreams and a life nurturing wrapped in the smell of the earth fresh after the rains...I guess that is how motherhood feels.

Nitisha Singh loves the morning sunshine in Bangalore coz its seldom that both of them rise together :)

Magnificent, Mesmerising , Sinister , Bewitchingly Beautiful... the Moon.