Whenever someone thinks of summer, the first word pops up in their mind: vacation, the official rest from schools and colleges after surviving rubbish boring lectures (of course with some pleasant exceptions), and mediocre education. It has always been a time for an adventure; it has always been a period for exploration. It was a period to wander around and discuss scientific topics with cousins, to explore new places, especially historical places, to satisfy the immense curiosity; to play cricket in the evening for hours; then to have a mischievously loud “groupbathing with cousins; after that, set in front of TV at sharp 7:30 to watch “Disney hour” (which has cultivated a crazy love and immense respect for the animation movies that I have today), then post-dinner, to go for a walk with friends, visiting almost all “hot” spots of the town, finally to sleep late at night on a terrace on a body-chilling-mind-healing bed, steering at stars, and having numerous idiosyncratic discussions. Now I understand that if anyone has the oldest (or closest) relationship with any season, it is summer.
The summer has already shown the curse. The motherhood source of warmth in winter (the sun) becomes a strict disciplinarian father who wants to test his son with an ordeal by fire. It seems that the sun is expressing anger in the form of heat for some serious mischiefs we do on Earth. Before showering us with the overwhelming love of the monsoon, it is just like wanting to bring us to the saturation point of desperation, which teaches us to value some of the priceless gifts: water and trees. Even it examines our responsibility towards mute animals or birds who just cannot express their dying thirstiness (or they do express, but we are just not good enough to listen!!!). Each season has different flavors of joy. Winter just gives a love license to couples to get closer and enjoy “ticking shared warmth." The monsoon blesses them with its thousands of divine drops and wets their relationship with beauty and freshness. So what does summer have to offer?? Simple. Pleasure! I thought it would be better to share a combo of pleasures. So here it goes:
