Summer in Delhi

The fountains of India Gate.

Raw mangoes in some forgotten garden.

Steaming roads at night.

The dust laden sky up above.

The anticipation of clouds.

The smell of grass and heat.

Crisp starched frocks and hearts full of excitement.

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