Summer of the Carnatic

Its a hot summer in the breezy afternoon of the Carnatic..My hair strewn all over the Sun..its not shady enough though for the birds that restlessly twitch their little black tails, in an energy evident to every obvious ritual of mating..the fluttery wisps of net..from the cool shades of curtains..caress my ritualistic need to be caressed..in the far hovering clouds, there seems to be a faint promise of rain..somewhere, a cuckoo calls out loud..dark and well hid in foliage dark, among st the thick of Mango leaves..strewn with the promise of passion fruit..as if in the throes of a romance, just about to bud..

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