Apr 2018
The lull of the summer evening
would make me a silhouette
If not for
my white mul lucknowi kurta
flying, flowing
swaying, as if
to the beat of dadra.
would make me a silhouette
If not for
my white mul lucknowi kurta
flying, flowing
swaying, as if
to the beat of dadra.
The result of a lazy stroll around sunset
