Saturday, March 6, 2010

an early summer day's rememberances





Though it is physically exhausting, this sweltering heat nevertheless triggers pleasent memories of bygone vacations. the scent of the earth, of fallen leaves, of ripening jackfruit -- all reminiscent of the bright mornings, when, alone at home, one sat engrossed in an Earl Stanley Gardner or Enid Blyton.... Strangely enough this time of the year also brings to mind the very serious perusal prior to the examination,of British History, or rather the History of English Literature, one's most favourite subject !!! Also, the burning heat is a sign of the approaching monsoon, steadily taking shape somewhere in the West, to lash out in June, signalling the end of vacations and beginning of a fresh academic year.... A decade down the lane, things have sadly changed. there are no more vacations; chances of summer rains dwindling by the year; monsoons no longer lashing.... But, the scent of the earth, leaves and the jackfruit still remain inspiring nostalgia; and one feels -- isn't nostalgia rather painful? Because when the westerlies blow away the heat in the evenings, though it brings a smile, it also sadly reminds one that none of those days can be retrived....
I miss vacations, i miss the summer rains, i miss the benign thunderstorms, but most of all, i terribly miss my college -- a real beauty in the few minutes leading up to rain, with rows of tall casurina trees, stone benche -- the place which made me what i am today....

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