from the journal

some summer days are when the sun is angry, the temperature rising and the heat melts the ice-cream of children. my shirt kisses my back for i am drenched in sweat from head to toe. my hands and skirt stained with mulberries, and my dirt-streaked and droopy eyes drift off to sleep in the bus, with the city buzzing at an hour after midday. that's when a cold shower becomes paradise. the feeling of cold droplets hitting my back is sensational. 

i hesitated before writing this and flashing it to the world, maybe because i have never shown my writings of my journal. but maybe some snippets are okay.
i took this picture near my friend's home, at the hour between noon and evening, when everything looked radiant and glowed. sometimes i am glad summer is there. everything is okay when it's summer.

currently reading Time Traveler's Wife; a hundred pages through but in love with it.