Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“If people were seasons, she’d be monsoon. After every downpour, the garden laughed like her, wild and free.” ― Meeta Ahluwalia Summer monsoons come rolling in every nightoffering a respite from harsh intense heatAs lightning and thunder light up desert skiesfat drops of hot rain… Continue Reading “And the Rains Came…”
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