by Anirudh V., 11
I remember the humid, hot air that drifted past me in Kerala
I remember the golden idols in the temples of India
I remember the sweet smelling nectar of mangoes that were being washed and cooked in the kitchen
I remember trying to brace myself from not dying from heat
I remember the natural palm trees that swayed as the wind blew
I remember the monsoon season that brought cool rain to the gardens of our house
I remember the large lakes, each one having reeds that reflected on the bright blue water
I remember the luxurious plane ride where the flight attendants did everything for me
I remember the beautiful skyline of Doha, Qatar (I landed here before my touchdown in India)
I remember the banyan trees growing taller, and taller, and taller
Until they became twelve times the size of me
Malvern, Pennsylvania