How is the summer? Much awaited for sure. Yes, from the days of childhood onwards, this season is special. Yes, it is the season of holidays. It is a different story altogether that within a fortnight or so, the holidays of not doing anything much start getting on your nerves, and you start hankering after that dull routine you wanted to escape from in the first place!
These days, the summer season may not mean going to your grandma's place. Life has changed much too much for that. To begin with, modern grannies, as they choose to call themselves, are much too much in love with themselves, especially with proving how they are still 'young'. Busy dressing up, 'they have their own life' in which the 'grand'child (mostly one per their own one child) is more like the side dish, yum but 'better don't come'!
Instead for the modern threesome/foursome ( in the "l, me, myself" wor(l)ds, everybody else, especially from the husband's side, is the most avoided intruder) go for foreign tour(s). They have their own some club, or the other, membership for the domestic tour where they chill!
In brief, even in the times today, the summer is travel time, which is comfy, moreover. Have you noticed it? Despite the forever threatening Trump and the awful AI, not to forget the dicey waters of the defamed strait, not much seems to have changed with most lives, thanks be to credit cards! May be, topmost the tour plans might be more domestic this time!
Personally I prefer the summer because it is the season of colours and fragrances and sounds and tastes. Honestly, no other season satiates our senses like the summer, right? Just look around at the trees in full bloom, the multi coloured boguainvilles, the flaming red 'flame of the forest', the purple jacaranda, the golden yellow 'golden shower', our very own white mogra, the summer is just a visual treat.
Fragrances of the mogra n champak n rangoon creeper/madhumalti, even of the budding neem tree, and, yes, of the ripening alfonso and payari mangoes are absolutely heavenly. My personal top favourite is the petrichor, the sudden summer shower drenching the hot earth, prefarably with a drizzle of a light hailstorm.
So sweet are the sounds of the nesting, and hence forever chirping and warbling birds, who make you forget the dreary urban scene around, right? No, I have not forgotten the tactile sense. Remember, getting drenched in the sudden summer shower? Or the first tumbler full of cold water, while bathing? Or the swim like a tadpole in the tank?
Nothing can match the taste of the "amrus", that is, the mango pulp, of the "amba dal", that is, the raw mango special dish, or of the 'cool cool, thanda thanda' home-made 'panhe' or of the fresh mango pickle, right? Why, I love the jamuns and the karawande, the Indian version of the blueberries, not to forget, the "jaam" fruit, that is , the rose apple. Who can miss the watermelon or the jackfruit? Or the cold coffe, just set in the fridge, and forever!
The summer sure satiates senses! No wonder, even far away in time and space, Shakespeare said in Sonnet Number XVIII, "shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Pratima@ During our childhood summer vacations, Papa used to get the school textbooks which I would have all read up by May end, not to forget, heaps and heaps of story books! Aai used to make 'papad', 'sabudana/sago papdi', the 'batatachua kis', that is, the grated potato savoury, 'kurdai', 'sandage', the mango pickle, and all the other savouries that would make the entire year a treat for the taste buds. I used to adore the home-made ice-cream in that special ice-cream pot. Lovely days indeed!
Quote of the day: "Everything Good, everything magical," everything 'cool' happens during the summer. Jenny Han would sure not mind my minor changes to her fun quote.
Word of the day: vacation times. Needs no explanation, right? "Nam to suna hi hoga!" Kafi hai!
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