Indian Summers
11th June 2022

It is the onset of winter in Melbourne.

Earthenware cups used for ginger chai carelessly discarded to railway tracks,
pass comment on stagnant puddles in grey streets, disturbed by workers, and purpose.

Red stone palaces, turmeric skies, and prospects of adventure,
light the essence of lives lived in the suburbs, children and parents in endless revolutions of weekend sports.

Infused through hardship, poverty, colour and life. the heat endured in Indian summers lingers with me still...

warming this advancing winter, softening the chill.


Afternoon heat, India.

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