Summer, yet again

A few days age, Mumbai experienced a few showers or so the parents say. I thought this might as well presents an opportunity of sorts to write yet again about the summers, while it lasts.
There is something about summers, Indian summers which attaches itself automatically to nostalgia. For example, this season is going to be occupied by the forthcoming shifting. To the house that stocks up my childhood and other sweet memories.

On the other hand, while most of the people prefer to chill with the seasonal (king of) fruit mango, our household patronises watermelons, grapes and the raw form of the king of the fruits, prince if you prefer.  The raw mango is pickled and even a drink is prepared out of it, which although good never compares to the heavenly drink of gods, the divine 'aam ras'.

So here’s wishing to endless leisurely summer afternoons with sherbet before the thundering rains strike.