With all its colours, And all its tastes, Comes summer with stories, Of traditions and a new phase. The aroma of dried Indian spices. Of...

Remember the summer afternoons, 15 summers ago, When all we hoped for was, To not get caught while playing hide and seek. Remember the...

I want to compel him to reach the sky, Touch the clouds, Even the ones which are high, Sing songs on loop, Be the drummer guy, Sailing in...

On the third day of summer, I whisper sweet nothings in your ear, While lying on the fresh green grass, Under cotton candy clouds,...