In my imagination –

I see me singing with a million people below me, listening to me.

I hear thousands of screaming fans shouting my name.

I see circles, which are the high beams of light pointed at me.

It's really hot, and with a million people screaming, it tends to get humid. They are sweating….so the aromas of my imagination are not good. I taste my saliva as I sing, because I have to swallow sometimes!

I enter my imagination by closing my eyes and thinking of big things for my life.

My Spirit, My Declaration –

- Anusha