Summers, especially if you are a kid in India, should hold so much of your memories as it does. Its the hottest time of the year, and for many parts of the country, its just basically the same as the rest [My brother in Chennai would agree]. And yet, these months that come after the winter chill has vanished, and before the monsoon decides to wash away this land, somehow, manages to hold each of our imagination. It plants itself in our memories forever, refusing to let go. And I guess this time, the heat has got to my head. I can't see any other reason why I would decide to write this post. Except this post that brought back old memories..
*** I think this is going to be a long post. Leave now, or grab your glass of chhass, sit back, and enjoy ***
Summers, according to me, can be classified in many ways, some of which I display below. 150 possible combinations I see.
Now, of course I mention these because I have lived through all these. And until I made this table, it never struck me how versatile life has been.
*** I think this is going to be a long post. Leave now, or grab your glass of chhass, sit back, and enjoy ***
Summers, according to me, can be classified in many ways, some of which I display below. 150 possible combinations I see.
Classifying Summer |