i genuinely believe that calling someone your "sardi ki dhoop" is quite possibly the highest level of complement you can ever give a person, that once a person becomes your "sardi ki dhoop" jaisa, there's no going back really, and it hurts oh so much, and holy fuck
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when A is feverish and has chills in an overly air-conditioned office during the summer, so they just sit and shiver at their desk, trying to keep warm by clutching a hot cup of tea in their frozen fingers.
their desk is right under the vent, so they keep a cardigan wrapped around their shoulders for warmth and to try and shield them from the bitterly cold draft. even so, they tremble from head to toe, teeth chattering so loudly that their next door desk mate can hear them.
they take their lunch break outside and sit in their sun-warmed car to thaw their chilled bones, but it only makes the office feel that much colder and more miserable when they have to come back inside.
after a while, their desk mate pops their head over the cubicle and begs A to just go home. A, who feels awful, promptly bursts into tears.
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"warm summers day" by Chloe Coulibaly on INPRNT
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that man is not fitting in that car
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