Summer Soliloquy

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Skin a burnished copper, flaming ochre mane;The white heat of a smile, cornflower blue eyes blaze

Flaming orbs in her ears,flowers in her hair; Now there’s no escaping her sweltering stare

Temperatures soar with every step ;She’s so hot, she makes you sweat

Leaves you parched, you barely murmur;Welcome her ,here comes summer

I have always associated Summer with childhood.

I feel lucky to have grown up in the times when holidays meant holidays, and not days packed with back to back classes.

Summer holidays meant our days were our own. Having bathed and ready by 9 in the morning we began yelling out to friends living around us.


As our motley bunch gathered we chose our spot for the day. The shade under the car park, under the water tank on the terrace or the shaded balconies were our favourite haunts. Making a tent out of bed sheets we played house-house for hours. Reading as the day slipped away was another activity we loved indulging in. Chilled slices of Watermelon and Mangoes and cool Cucumber, Chutney and Cheese Sandwiches were sent out to us periodically which we happily ate in lieu of lunch, and washed down with Nimbu Paani.

Some evenings saw us making Rasna out of a packet, and making a huge mess while doing so. Yelling fell on deaf ears and we glugged back glasses of the beverage so popular in those days.

As the sunshine turned less fierce we headed to the swing in the lawn, a big swing with fuchsia Bougainvillea growing in a graceful bough above it. Who could push the hardest, who could go the highest and who would yell the loudest while doing both were ongoing competitions. Bumps on the heads and scraped elbows and knees from the fall from the swig were worn as proud badges.

Cousins staying with us adding to the numbers and fun, Sundays spent at the beach and playing Hopscotch till the sun set are some favourite memories.

Playing Hopscotch

A bath and an early dinner and we drifted off to dreamland, a smile on our lips at a wonderful day spent and dreaming of another one to follow. Another day being allowed to be children even as we dreamt of growing up soon.

Special thanks to Anagha Yatin for suggesting this topic. Read her straight from the heart posts here

All Pics Courtesy: Pixabay

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