From @dbijal:
Bright, hot, sun, beach, mangoes are few things which comes to mind with summer. However, last year mountains, melting snow, icy winds, momos was my summer.
We can enjoy the summer in months of monsoon at Ladhak. The summer of Ladhak brings with it the only chance for everyone worldwide to see its beauty.
Sun but no heat, lake but no beach,
Beauty which is loved by each.
That's Ladhak...
Bright, hot, sun, beach, mangoes are few things which comes to mind with summer. However, last year mountains, melting snow, icy winds, momos was my summer.
We can enjoy the summer in months of monsoon at Ladhak. The summer of Ladhak brings with it the only chance for everyone worldwide to see its beauty.
Sun but no heat, lake but no beach,
Beauty which is loved by each.
That's Ladhak...
From @KartikIyer:
I see the Fireball screaming ‘Hey, Im back’
With vengeance, with turmoil,
4 months for it to coil.
I see the Scandinavian’s lips stretching vertically,
Dear Indians look gloom, with everyone cribbing ‘Itni gharmi’,
Jamaicans and Aussies were never bothered by the sky,
the Arabs would still have a ‘stuffed camel in deep fry’!
Europeans seem to be in joy,
With the exception of the Greeks, who are still wondering how they won over Troy!
With vengeance, with turmoil,
4 months for it to coil.
I see the Scandinavian’s lips stretching vertically,
Dear Indians look gloom, with everyone cribbing ‘Itni gharmi’,
Jamaicans and Aussies were never bothered by the sky,
the Arabs would still have a ‘stuffed camel in deep fry’!
Europeans seem to be in joy,
With the exception of the Greeks, who are still wondering how they won over Troy!
From @Shraddha_G:
It all started with a Mango. One summer afternoon she came to our Mango-yard to steal mangoes. I caught her & for both it was love at first sight. We were Mango fressers.
Every summer vacations afternoons were spent at my Mango-yard till we both graduated.
“How will you look after my daughter?” Her dad asked.
“With lots of love & flourishing mango yard.”
We got married that summer.
“Mang”esh weds “Aam”bika!
From @YogeshKabra1:
While for the most part of this world, summer is festive, A centrifugal force to strip the cloaks and then the costumes, lotion-lay-drink-lotion-lay-slurp. The minority melts with beseeching heat, 50* C is the fucking truth, Sirocco-pangs-duster-mirage! A disdainful time full of slimy sweat, the noon is daunting and the sun berserk, Summer is a mood, summer is the reality, for some a fest and the other unrest.
From @crazyandhow:
Beautiful; innocent; her heart warming smile rushed as deep love in my veins. I believed in absolute soul connection; our affection took it to another level. Those conversations in college; those glances; beauty of our subtlety. She is crazy for me, but angry sometimes. We are still meant to be with each other; lovebirds. Evil world cannot get to us. I will kill those cops if required; Summer will talk to me again.
*following her*
*following her*
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