Responding to a “summer” prompt on #The Daily Post
Goodbye summer, hello rain
Claps of thunder and a bursts of lightening disturbed the early morning peace. Like a noisy encore to a wet and gloomy Monday symphony, it was a sign say goodbye to my mango summer. Despite the heat, summer is best spent in Mumbai because it is that time of year when the schools are closed and I could enjoy the restful quiet of near empty roads ; a time to make pickles and preserves; a time to celebrate with friends and family.
Summer also meant sunset walks in the company of a warm sea breeze or early morning ramblings. It meant fresh fish before the fishing stopped and movies in air-conditionned pleasure.
But this summer was oppressively hot and I’m glad to bid farewell. It’s sad to see King Alphonso go but glad to welcome the sweet Kesar, and its Northern cousins Dussheri and Langda. Seasonal fruit like Peaches, Lychees, plums and cherries , growing in cooler climes once again make their presence felt in our markets and supermarket shelves.
It’s time for walks in light rain showers, eating roasted corn, smoked on coal. Hot cups of tea with bhajias made of onion or potato.
So into the cupboard back they go, my cool summer whites and open toes and out come the flip flops and capris and umbrellas that turn upside down. It’s time to to latch the windows and fasten them so they don’t fly off in a gust of wind. It’s time to say goodbye to sheets drying in the summer sun but bring them in to dry,
Our monsoon spell is short but sweet and it won’t be long before the sun comes out again.
Twenty- five Seven 
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