Summers are bliss... May be they hold stong memories of faithfully recurring vacations.... maybe my mind has it re-inforced year by year... Whats more than roaming in your housecoat all day long, lazing by the backyard door basked in the morning sun, with a book in hand, and chai in another....
Our kitchen opened into the backyard, and I felt that was the romantic place ever..
the sound of the mixer preparing coconut chutney, the cooker whistling its way with bubbling sambar inside, my granma's grumbling at the maid... interspersed with the birds chirping and the eucalyptus tree's leaves rustling... and me imbibing all this along with Nancy Drew... :-)
Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I’d always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life
Guess the power of repetition is but undebatable.. Why else would my heart still sing in summers as I make my way to work along the polluted Pune roads knowing fully well that the day holds nothing more than the mundane document reviews and the ususal whatevers. Why does my heart still skip a beat when I step out of the monotonously sophisticated office in the evening to feel the soothing cool summer breeze caress my very being. Feels like a kid running into her sweet mother's open arms, after a psychological assault - no exaggerations!!