Poems.

I wrote these poems in school, for the class assembly. Extremely unprofessional poems, but had to post something here.

Just my luck.

     The college looked amazing, freshly bathed in yesterday's showers. That was the good part. The bad part: The ground was a mess of wet and squishy mud. Taking a deep breath, I entered the gate...

... And promptly stumbled on my own shoe lace. My arms stretched out to break the fall. A gaggle of girls behind me sniggered. So much for my first memorable moment of college.

Heat.

         Summer in India is harsh, and overwhelming. First of all, it comes before its time. You wake up one morning finding your shirt sticking to you and the pillow wet.