My memories of summer. Going with grandfather to buy mangoes by hundreds. Eating mango pulp and rotis. Sitting in the branches of a guava tree with a book. Drinking khus(vetiver)flavored water from earthen pot. Spending afternoons in a room with all windows and doors covered with khus curtains which needed to be wetted periodically. Sleeping under starlit sky on the terrace. Learning Sanskrit, English and better handwriting from aunts. Magical days.
"....and it did feel like the days were endless, expanding to our plans and wishes, the possibilities of all these hours to fill."
Such an evocative line! Lovely post, Anu.
Speaking of summer, I have always wondered what those in the Southern Hemisphere make of the North's complete domination over the summer narrative in pop-culture. The months we so readily identify with long days and bright sun, are days of winter in nearly half the world! And yet, I have not read any accounts of this strange dissonance. Its rather odd.
Thank you, Rohan! This slim book has many such lines; I've underlined more of it than not.
You're right about not reading anything about the dissonance you've correctly pointed out. I think I need to investigate, since, surely, there must be some literature about it out there?
My memories of summer. Going with grandfather to buy mangoes by hundreds. Eating mango pulp and rotis. Sitting in the branches of a guava tree with a book. Drinking khus(vetiver)flavored water from earthen pot. Spending afternoons in a room with all windows and doors covered with khus curtains which needed to be wetted periodically. Sleeping under starlit sky on the terrace. Learning Sanskrit, English and better handwriting from aunts. Magical days.
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"....and it did feel like the days were endless, expanding to our plans and wishes, the possibilities of all these hours to fill."
Such an evocative line! Lovely post, Anu.
Speaking of summer, I have always wondered what those in the Southern Hemisphere make of the North's complete domination over the summer narrative in pop-culture. The months we so readily identify with long days and bright sun, are days of winter in nearly half the world! And yet, I have not read any accounts of this strange dissonance. Its rather odd.
Thank you, Rohan! This slim book has many such lines; I've underlined more of it than not.
You're right about not reading anything about the dissonance you've correctly pointed out. I think I need to investigate, since, surely, there must be some literature about it out there?