This summer I shall go home; to the land of mangoes.
I'll stand in the middle of a hot delhi street. I'll absorb the heat, dust and smell.
Suck on the mangoes, so sweet , truly the King of Fruits.
O India I come to thee this summer.
Let me plunge into thine darkness and chaos
Let me get lost and be found again
I'll traverse your land and cross the Ganga and Yamuna for sure,
and into the Doon Valley, where I grew up.
