Sky Pours & Pirated Novels.
The sky opens and the drops come sloshing down. Pitter patters alternate with dramatic rapping as the rain ebbs and flows. Rarely does it cease. Rarely does it let up. The thirsty…
Read moreThe sky opens and the drops come sloshing down. Pitter patters alternate with dramatic rapping as the rain ebbs and flows. Rarely does it cease. Rarely does it let up. The thirsty…
Read moreIt is officially monsoon season! I’m loving this new experience. A strong breeze blows in the morning and night, shaking the trees and sounding the wind chimes. In a split…
Read moreSeasons are so cool. Pune is not at all how I left it. Just three weeks ago, I remember tiptoeing out of my grandparents’ house in the pitch black darkness…
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