The summer i painted the sky

The train slowed to a heavy crawl before the junction. The air changed first, thick with the scent of wet earth and bruised mango leaves. This was my grandparents’ town place made of narrow lanes and ...

Anika AgarwalHi, I'm Anika! I wrote this book to share a story about dreams, memories, and the beauty hidden in ordinary moments. I hope that while reading it, you find a piece of yourself somewhere in these pages. Happy reading!