• yamini_expresses 41w


    Scorching summer and the evaporating moisture of the day's heat , elopes with the redolence of the earth. The quenched soil loses itself in the splashes of water and the innocent hearts discover the heaps of hopes , that rise with the petrichor. I discover that the ache residing somewhere under my skin, blends with the sweaty aroma of your shirt. It's all fresh , as if it's happening again and I lose myself in the echoes of your scent and that of your memories