We can’t wait for the rains to begin. To feel anew, to hear the rain speak, to lie in bed all day and stare out the window, mulling the passage of time.
In a Monsoon Fervour
In a Monsoon Fervour
In a Monsoon Fervour
We can’t wait for the rains to begin. To feel anew, to hear the rain speak, to lie in bed all day and stare out the window, mulling the passage of time.