“Imagine a room With six walls and a ceiling Two full of windows Two full of mirrors And two cream walls that could easily be mistaken as being painted by light. Each morning, the scorching sun enters the room And fills each corner till it is overflowing- The windows give and take sunlight (There is no escape door or breather). The mirrors burn and blind All the walls are fires of their own. In that choking space, you have a small table fan to your name. Calcutta summer for you.” SummerIntenseHeatCalcutta Author:Devika Todi
“A sip of cold syrup from Ice cream between my lips My tongue is the colour of Pinks and artificial purples” SummerHotMemoryHeatIce Cream Book:Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection Source: Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection