Posts Tagged ‘summer’

Indian Summers

March 20, 2012

Last year I made a trip back to my home town in Jaipur, Rajasthan. I am not sure what came over me that I decided to go in the peak of summer, when I could have easily remained in cool England and gone when it was winter time in India. But I missed home so much, I threw all caution to the wind, and took leave from my bank in Birmingham, and reached Jaipur.

The strong hot wind current of the ‘loo’ that blows in Rajasthan hit me like a stark reminder of the Indian Summer the moment I got off the plane in Jaipur. My younger brother and his wife were at the airport to pick me up. They loaded my luggage at the back of our jeep and we got in and started to drive home. The air conditioner came on in the car, and additionally, Rekha, my brother’s wife, was splashing water on the canvas top of the jeep. Another reminder of how we would stay cool in the summer as kids.

That week at home in Jaipur, sure it was boiling hot, and not the most comfortable time to be there, especially not being accustomed to the harsh summer any longer. But, it was also the best week home since I’ve been abroad. I did all my favorite things, especially summer related. We swam in the club, broke and ate ‘amblis’ off the trees, hosed ourselves down with water from the garden pipes. It was too much fun. For that week, I became from a fourth five year old, into a child at home. Running wild and having the time of my life.

I have decided now, to do it each and every year!

Mango Masti – Those Were the Days!!

May 25, 2010

It’s indelibly printed in the mind of every Indian. It’s an intrinsic part of every summer. You can call it just a fruit but it’s so much more than that. It’s a part of our lives…a luscious, delicious juicy mango.

The perfect summer vacations? Running around in the sun all day and then returning home in the evening, sometimes if we are lucky to a tub full of cold water, filled to the brim with mangoes. Ah…heaven! Our face’s light up fondly as we recount our childhood growing up in India. Those were the days – Carefree and Deliciously spent staining ourselves and everything around us with the bright intoxicating yellow! Having grown up amidst mango trees, the sweet smell of the fruit is imprinted in all our memories of Summer. Tackling the fruit almost became an art form as we grew older!

Growing up, our love affair with the mango grows deeper. The gorgeous yellow and red of the fruit filled up every street corner in our cities back home now. From the chutneys and achaars and shakes and the kulfis.the very thought can make one’s mouth water at the very thought. The humble mango took on so many more interesting forms, but each as delicious as the other, if not more! It became the only respite and the only thing worthwhile as the hot summer sun lashed down on us!

The last thought that comes to one’s mind would be the scrumptious Aamras Puri that’s made all over India, how our mothers would serve it to us, generally leaving little or none for themselves!!Dont you wish you could have a plate of mum’s hand made aamrus puri right now??!!

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