Summer Is Here!

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!

And when the summer would reach at its peak, lassi (a chilled drink made of yoghurt with ice in it) would get in; and my day would never begin unless a big mug of lassi is consumed! I would first drink the entire mug, and then pick the ice out of it and eat it; used to love the katar katar sound of it! Of course, I cannot forget to mention the smoothies my father used to make me.

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. =)