"Getting stranger vibes from your close ones really hurts alot."

Summer in India isn't just a season—
It's a feeling, a memory, a melody of warmth.
It's the season of:
Mangoes and juicy watermelons,
Beaches kissed by golden sunlight,
Pickles drying under the harsh sun,
Ice creams and colorful icegolas,
Breezy cotton and floral prints,
School holidays and family vacations,
Power cuts and candlelit evenings,
Sleeping under starry skies on the terrace,
Holiday homework and handwritten pages, Internships, summer camps, and endless stories.
A season where time slows down and hearts warm up.

"In certain hard moments, not even your
comfort food,
favorite perfume,
healing music,
that one comforting conversation,
a peaceful walk in nature,
or a joyful outing can bring you back to normal."

“When life seems tough, nature heals.”

For many,
I am just an object —
A thing that shows reflection,
That breaks when anger is thrown,
That helps with selfies,
That assists in dressing up well.

But there’s a side no one sees:
I help build their confidence,
I make them feel beautiful,
I help them reverse safely,
Reflecting both their presence and pain.

I listen to their talks,
Their silent stares, their tears.
I’m there through their highs and lows,
Feeling their every emotion
Without ever saying a word.

And yet,
I’m just an object
Lying in a corner.
Forgotten.
Until needed again.

"Stay away from the people who behave or talk sweetly.
Sugar is injurious to health even sugar-coated words."

With a favourite person,
they are fun, memorable, and sweet.
Time flies fast.
Things to share remain in heaps.
Half of the matters get interrupted with laughter,
the other half—
with silences that feel like home.
Eyes half shut,
hearts wide open,
stories spill that wouldn’t during the day.
Even after talking time to time on calls,
direct conversations hit different.
A mix of talks, singing, vibing together—
it can only be felt,
hard to explain in words.
At the time when everyone is lost in dreams, fully asleep,
here we are—
laughing to the fullest,
talking in whispers so as not to wake anyone.
Remembering old memories,
dreaming about the future,
sharing current happenings,
narrating to each other the dramas we watched and books we read.
Things like this continue,
until one of us drifts into sleep quietly listening.
The other just smiles,
tucks them in gently,
and falls asleep with a content heart—
ready to continue the conversation that was left halfway tonight.