The weather here drips without warning, raindrops on the window. In this moment, cars were hissing past a shook road, the building unbothered, it’s grey colour crouching underneath the clouds. The air here is a lot newer than Delhi’s. The winds here come and go by you much slower, you can almost kiss them, if you give a few of your unconscious minutes to it. My heart beats to this weather. Like a lone leaf, my head takes an upward spin in it.

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