Samir: Indian Summer

Amidst the symphonies of honking horns and street vendors calling out their wares, the wind was the reigning prom-queen. In the scorching heat of summer, the wind was only an occasional visitor. I watched as the townspeople, no longer fanning their sarees, animatedly marveled at the wind's playful escapades. I was finally here, 18 hours and 2 connecting flights later: India. As I look outside at the orange gold stretched far and wide, the color of a million tangerines, I close my eyes. Face turned to the horizon, I took a deep breath of the summer air. Perfect. The wind continued its playful dance, tugging at my hair, reminding me of the adventure that awaited me this summer.