I have this uncanny liking towards the summer. Summers are my favorite as the sun shines so bright, the sea shore looks magical, the sailors sail high, the noons are delightful, the evenings are mysteriously beautiful, the clear skies talk about unresolved melancholy and the nights are liberated off shackles. And when the sunlight hits you, the world seems more fresh, more alive. Nostalgia kicks in and the ripened fruits seem more ready than ever. During summer, my migraine unlocks a new level of pain but a sight of the pulsating nature and the scent of some invincible memories make sure everything is worth it.