uttarayan · for Ishaan
the wind is perfect. hold to send your kite up.
drag anywhere. fly into the clouds.
you: the only person i'd share my firki with.
you hold the thread, i'll handle the drama.
remember when we lost 6 kites in 10 minutes?
sunscreen? never heard of her.
best view of the sky is next to you.
the neighbour wants a fight. tap fast to pull the manja.
tap a laddoo to share it. sweet words only.
you're sweeter than this til-gul. barely.
may every fight we have end like this one: with laddoos.
god god bola: i'm really lucky to have you.
sky is ours
terrace squad
never cutting this one
happy makar sankranti
may your kite always find the wind, and your manja never snap.
til gul ghya, god god bola
— Meera