Your friendly neighbourhood malayali

2013
Evening, before I went to sleep
Morning in the moment I woke up…
I realised I was praying for rain.
A certain weather that facilitates all our needs.
Happiness, solace, melancholy!
Suddenly it fosters deep fondness and yearn. We suffer the torments of both summer and winter for the company of rain.
July when it rains the heaviest,
I will yearn for sonder
I will yearn for separation
I will walk through the flooded Plains and soaked soil and then ?
I will shove my self in a world where July is the only month of the year.