Tag Archives: summer

The homegrown mango

“So-and-so kaku sent you some mangoes from her family farm in Kaij,” my mum announced, handing over a handful to me. I beamed in delight. I looked down lovingly at the three or four golden orbs cradled in my arms. … Continue reading

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Summer Dusk

When was the last time you sat still and let the sinking, evening sun kiss your cheek goodbye? I mean, simply sat, doing nothing, unmoving, so that the fleeting rays could sneak one last peck before the night arrived? It … Continue reading

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It’s A Too-Hot Summer Already

It’s too hot, all of a sudden. Blasts from a furnace hit my face. I look up, scowling at the overheated sun. Why the wrath, I ask it? As if in response, a wave of steaming rays hits me. I … Continue reading

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Marathwada Diaries – Summer Rituals

All seasons have their own culture, and summers are no different. Falling roughly from April to June, Indian summers are defined by piles of luscious golden mangoes everywhere, lazy school holidays that promise to stretch for a long time, and … Continue reading

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When a song made me a kid again

This morning, I was exploring Indian classical music on YouTube, and stumbled on Bhimsen Joshi’s Majhe maher pandhari. It’s one of his famous devotional songs, though I’m not personally familiar with it. As I listened to the circular rhythm of … Continue reading

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A dog on a summer afternoon

The sweat trickled down the back of my knees. I wiped the warm beads off of my upper lip and looked up. The ceiling fan was whirring, but not offering any relief. Outside my window, leaves rustled, giving the illusion … Continue reading

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The fruit-seller

“What kind of mangoes are those?” I asked the old fruit-seller on the street corner, pointing at some big, yellow ones taking pride of place in the middle of the fruit display. He was on the side, busy setting up … Continue reading

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