She leaned her head on his shoulder. The sun disappeared again, and the first fat drops of the next shower began to fall.
"Off-season is the real Kerala," Raman said, raising a glass of chai. "No makeup. No filter. Just the land breathing." off season in kerala
She looked up. A young man stood under a leaking tarp, holding a backpack over his head. He had pale skin, red hair plastered to his forehead, and the most absurdly large pair of hiking boots she’d ever seen. She leaned her head on his shoulder
Finn took her hand. "I think I found what I was looking for." " Raman said