Summer Vacation With each passing station, the memories came back, like monsoon after summer and an unending ride- it seemed, to the eager brothers. After all these months, we are back to my parents home, praying for an endless summer Where bicycle bells stood for wakeup calls and scent of fresh coconut oil lingered around A place buried so deep inside that we stay there , even though we go away. Each click brings forth a faded memory https://www.behance.net/gallery/97059023/ROOTS