Never I felt writing a post on summer. But here it is.
It was not visible.
I rose from my bed, hunted for it here and there. I stood by the window for good 20 minutes, but could not see it. I am in love with it. Everything else just fades away. I can say its happiness personified.
Stealthily, she sneaks into my bedroom through the window. I smile, rub my eyes and hug her. "How come you are here, today? I kept coaxing you to meet me. Here you are, uninvited but making me feel pleasant." She is the most awaited life in winters - the first ray of the sun in my bedroom. Throughout the winters, I use to wait for her. Sometimes, I just stood in balcony, waiting for her. And when the sun reached my home, even for meager 10 minutes, I made the most of it, not caring an inch about the suntan.
The onset of summers bring a whiff of pleasant memories. It's like I just woke up after a deep slumber. All the laziness that winters injected in me, just goes away like the wind. I am all set to exercise, cook, play, work....just everything. Above all, summers bring a new zest - to do something I never did. Actually, summer gives the time to do so. The long days, the smiling sun and the blooming home.
Summers bring the taste of coolers after an everlasting walk towards the cafe. It brings back the umbrella and the shadow of a tree. The taste of kulfi during the long stroll post dinner. Smiling mango lovers, cash counting cola wallahs, welcoming ice-cream stalls and vanishing hunger. Aah! summer's here.
However much I have enjoyed, hugging the first ray, I started sweating in just 15 minutes. Slower the day started in winters, quicker is it in summers. At just 11 am, I felt like its almost 3 in the afternoon. When I had begun writing this article, summer was looking lovely...but the unfolding day makes me wonder - where's monsoon?
