Just yesterday, after a long boring day at university; tired,
I stepped into the house. The epilogue insists on letting you know, that the
first thing I do when I enter my house, is to see myself in the mirror. There,
following my routine, I went before the mirror and received a minor heart
attack when I saw the evident skin tan! Boy, can I go presentable anywhere
now?! *sulking*
Just then I realized, Summer
is here!
Despite the ruin to my skin, the stupid tan, the sweat, the
heat, and the prickles –summer has its charm! –for me it does have it, still. It
reminded me of my childhood.
The summer evenings, when nani used to water the plants and I used to just buzz around until
finally she’d agree to give me the turn! The session of picking green mangoes
from the tree nani had at her
backyard and taking active part in helping her pickle them!
I still remember how I used to sit at the backyard of nani’s house in my sleeveless vast and
used to eat the ripe mangoes in the most indecent manner possible; with the mango
sap running down my hands to my elbows!
Eating kachi imli
and Kerry, and taking a promise from nani that she won’t tell my mother. Sure
enough, she’d always agree before my innocent plea. Not to mention the consequences
when my mother would discover the reason of my sore throat.
Can I forget the big green water melons; I would always
insist on eating the red pulp direct without having it separated from its green
skin –my father would agree, thinking it really cute but my mother would
usually intervene for the sake of manners!
Dang!
Can I forget the big green water melons; I would always
insist on eating the red pulp direct without having it separated from its green
skin –my father would agree, thinking it really cute but my mother would
usually intervene for the sake of manners!
Dang!
Every night I would get a stomach ache; and a chilled glass
of sprite with salt would always be the remedy of this complaint.
The monsoon season would come, and I’d go crazy with my
cousins; going up at the roof and getting all soaked, playing kho kho and cricket at the lawn! Nothing
would please me more, than aalu ke
pakoray and nani be so kind to treat
us all with jalebi. It would stop
raining, I’d go in for a proper bath, get sober and change to dry clothes; in a
while, it’d start raining again and I’d go again to get drenched! –my mother
would shout at me, not that I’d listen ever.
Everyday used to be like a whole new experience; good great
happiness in tiny little things.
Never mind where it has all gone; I had it once, and I’ll
cherish it forever. You had it too, right? So survive the heat, endure the tan & prickles, and let it happen; Happy Summer. =)
