Desi Breeze

. Sam was immobile, never stripping her eyes from the sights that the journey had to offer. The train passed through dark caves and lush green fields. Despite the dark filter of the sky, she could make out the creamy rice crops dancing with the wind and the late night dhabas that fringed around Nellore. The familiar Andhra trees and farms flash by. She savored the cool breeze that played with the loose strands of her raven shoulder length hair. The coconut trees in their backyard were peeping from the terrace. The old silver Honda car was parked in the driveway. Sam took in the view and her heart warmed. She was home.Follow the experiences of an ever inquisitive 16-year-old Sameira Kumar and her over-sized bustling family...What could a bunch of teenagers bump into in a mundane suburban locality?