If I had the time. If only I had the time. Every corner of my house would have a little table in it. And on that table would be an assortment of vintage vases and bottles, each with a sprig of a summer flower. When I drive out to work every morning, through Bandra’s streets, I’m always captivated by the brightness of the bougainvillea, the delicate fire of the jacaranda and the absolutely seductive blooms of the gulmohar. Summer brings with it its sticky, sweaty heat but its flowers. Oh, its flowers. They almost make the unforgiving sunshine a little more bearable.
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