The dazzling beams of the sun give everyone
a sensation of the scorches, for sure. Yes, summer has come. It is the time to bathe
in the heat of the sun as much as you want. After the light Indian winter, when
the spring is over, the sun feels definitely merciful as well as malignant. At
the onset of the Indian summer, it feels a bit lively, a bit regaling that it
is no more the time to stay drowsy under the blanket. It feels as if a new era is
in the offing. Well, I wish that it were like this forever—bright, jubilant, and
full of life and cheers. So, so goes on in every heart. Wait! You have just
experienced the tip of an iceberg and nothing other than that. The more time runs,
the more days go by, the more it becomes intolerably blistering, the more you
can witness that the Indian summer is not full of mirth alone. Everything is
supposed to be like this, isn’t it? People wait and look up high in the sky for
a drop of rain to drench their dry lips. Nevertheless, the alluring aroma and
sweetness of the mangoes are indeed amazing. Yes, like everything else, there
is an oasis, a shaft of hope lying underneath.
