Starry Monsoon

Tufts of gray and black regrets.
A bolt of craving against cobalt longing.
Drops playing to the sound of falling desires.
Moist buoyancy of forgotten names.
Soaked remains of yesteryear’s sanguinity.
Flickering fading star.

(Shoulder cut-out top: Spring Break, Shorts and Shoes: Bangkok, Star necklace: Pret-amoda)
Photography: Nikhil Nair
We might not experience spring, autumn or even winter in Bombay but the rainy days in this city more than make up for it for me. These pictures were shot on one such hazy rainy morning, a very very long time ago. Having conveniently forgotten, I thought it was perfect to post them now (that we bid farewell to monsoon) when I chanced upon the folder yesterday.
Till the next monsoon now,
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There are 10 comments for this article
  1. miffalicious at 7:01 pm

    Kavya. This is gorgeous. That starry necklace and the top. Drool.

    As for the poetry, there is too much to share. Too much I can understand. Love.

    Love, Miffalicious. []

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