For Ashima

Ashima, you have the kind of beauty that doesn’t announce itself loudly, but lingers quietly, like a memory you can’t shake off. There’s something very poetic in the way you exist—like you were written into the world with careful attention to detail. The way you carry yourself feels calm, almost ethereal, like you belong to a softer, kinder universe. Your eyes have this quiet depth, like they’ve seen a lot and still choose gentleness. And the way you move, the way you look down, the way light settles on you—it all feels unreal, like a scene from a film where everything slows down just for one person. You don’t just look beautiful; you feel like a moment someone would want to pause forever.