I came across this poem in my notes and today being a Sunday, I thought of recording this and putting it out there. It’s a summer Sunday and I am recording this at 2pm in the afternoon. I can hear a few birds and the occasional voice of crickets. I can smell the arid summer breeze while anticipating the monsoon winds. It’s quiet and people are resting in their houses. The world seems content after a week of hustling before onto another one.