Indian Summers. They are a lot less glamorous and mucky than they are made out to be. In fact, I hate it. Oh, what I wouldn’t do (or give) for a one way ticket to anywhere moderately bare able at this (melting) point.
I got these perfectly pink plump rose buds from my bestie, whose venture Kunafa is a sight for sore eyes, especially since the country loves its rich dry fruits – this brand offers you just that, but made in the Middle Eastern way. It will guarantee to leave you licking your fingers. Read more…
