Nostalgic Summers......

It’s been more than a year in Bangalore. As much as I can remember, last year the summers were not this hot. Even people who have been living here for a long time say it’s the worst summer.
Well most of you will agree that summers in general are worse only. There is no other word to describe it. But these summers have brought a bit of nostalgia with it, especially after I started writing this blog so frequently.
How can someone say that summers are bad, when we get to have Mangoes in this season only. The king of fruits spreads its taste only in this “worst” season. I don’t know about others but I still remember, the electricity used to ditch late in the evening and we used to take our cots to the rooftop, while the little ones used to carry the mattresses and pillows. Lying there under the sky we never regretted summers and sweat. The breeze used to be moderate and the sky clear with all the glittering stars. I haven’t seen that clear sky in my last 4 years where I have stayed in Delhi, Surat and Bangalore. We all remembered so many of the constellations and the way to find them using the pole star. I can’t forget my Dad’s Nanaji, who was able to predict time with 5 min error just by looking at the stars. This amazes us till date.
How can we forget to mention the ice creams and baraf gola. I still hold the record of having around 15 – 20 ice creams in a day among all my siblings.
Having grown up in a village I had the rare advantage of taking bath in the tube well. Every afternoon we used to pluck tomatoes from the farm and burry them in the sand in flowing water. They used to get chilled in no time and then we used to enjoy them. Not to mention the melon and watermelons. I don’t think any other season can furnish us with the water filled fruit and you really can’t relish as much as you can do in summers.

Talking about college life and we can never forget the hostel life of summers. I started to stay in hostel during winters but as the summers approached, it became all the more unbearable. We were on the 2nd floor and the rooms used to get sunlight from all ends. By the time we went back from college, it transformed into an oven. So we preferred staying in the corridor and playing cricket all the time. We used to sprinkle water, sorry not sprinkle but nearly flood our rooms to get some respite while sleeping.

Then came the monsoon, ruining the flavour of mangoes and making watermelons inedible. Though the rain brought some respite from the heat but for fruit lovers the party gets over. Monsoon has its own fun but I still miss the college summers.