27/05/2020
👉🥭 SWIPE TO FILL 🥭👉
With all your warmth of roasting days you can melt an ice cream but my heart, a harbinger of rain my soul is, belongs to none but monsoon spreading petrichor;
All the jacobin cuckoo craves for is downpour.
Even offering Mangoes too can't turn me into your aficionado, offer me my love, my rain....Dear summer.
Shot on × Edit in @ Varanasi - काशी - बनारस