Keekar, kachnaar, gulmohar, amaltaas… the more the sun beats down the more the colours brighten and almost shine
It is unrelenting, it is costly. It saps and drains you, as life does. And yet it is the same, as it was all those years ago…
The heat and the humidity are overwhelming but they make our senses come alive. And therein lie the joys of summer
In summers once a week, we would forget all else; tuck our long, loose shirts into our pants and run into the waves, daring them to try and take us
It’s all about nostalgia, a lost paradise, a reminder of which comes every year but you can’t ever get hold of it again in your adult life. Yet...
Being nostalgic about the joys of summer and the resilient human spirit that must live on despite the depressing times
