myriad of memories come back every summer...
refusing to fade over time.

sleeping on the terrace on hand-woven charpoy...
countless stars scattered in the open sky...

some nights were hot and humid...
while mostly the cool breeze gave respite...
from the sweltering heat of daytime...

most precious were those moments...
when thunder would jolt us
out of our slumber...
and find us running down for cover...
from heavy rain lashing down



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