A hot and humid
summer day.Maybe,
somewhat like
what firefighters feel
standing near
crackling wildfires
weary
faces blackened.
The silent haze
reminds methose afternoons in summer
of my Indian childhood.
Stillness then,
felt like everythingdecided to hang its head
in idleness.
An ache
of carefree dayswhen afternoon heat
seldom mattered.
Not anymore.
Somewhere along,
we changed.Want to dare
and step outside
once again
and play?
On this
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