Aug 16, 2020
flitting around the eastern ghats out in the open, the skin absorbs the wind it was parched from all the shade and filtered life. the eyes drank in the highway landscape, there was nothing to complain - flared, the nostrils breathed into diesel, stagnant water and the miscellaneous scent of passing breeze. it was a day of closure, a day I will remember as the day, the page was turned onto something new, unread and crisp. #oneyearofthat (at Andhra Pradesh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD8li7vDc__/?igshid=1d2tpsqg5zj4