The scorching heat and the soaring temperatures,
The cool breeze of respite in the verandas,
The zest to do the school holiday- assignments,
The eventful afternoons spent working on projects with friends,
The countless board- game sessions with friends and family,
The matinee movies on the local cable channel,
The evenings spent playing gully- cricket,
The joyful holidays spent at grandma’s house,
The spices and pickles laid out in the sun to dry,
The cool and refreshing air of the air coolers,
The frivolous fights with siblings and cousins,
The gobbled down glasses of lemonades and mango coolers,
The gazillion varieties of delicious mangoes,
The endless wait for the popsicle vendor to pass-by,
The evening strolls in the community park,
The breezy nights spent lying in the cot, gazing at the stars,
The deep yearning for the monsoons to begin,
The first showers of the much - awaited monsoons,
The first showers of the much - awaited monsoons,
The puddles of water and the muddy playgrounds,
The gang of half- naked kids flocking the street,
The cavalcade of paper boats floating in the alleys,
The aroma of tea and fritters wafting from the kitchen,
The earthy smell of the ground after the rain,
Followed by chilly nights when kids cuddled in bed with their mothers.
P.S. An ode to the summers of life and celebration, of simple childhoods and a lifetime of memories.
