If all the happy moments can be related to one word, to me, it would undoubtedly be “Summer”. It is when all my favorite things come and happen in one season. End of annual exams, holidays and vacations, slurping tender coconuts, gulping Nungu-s (a fruit found in every nook and corner of the cities in summer) and of course playing in the street under the scorching summer sun forgetting that you have a home to go.
The months when Earth becomes heaven – March, April and May. March – The month of exams – Though the exam part brings out the anxiousness in me and makes me have a “no-nail-March”, I still enjoyed the month as, I got to be at school for not more than half-a-day. The best thing about March is that all the annual exams would be over and we had officially two long months of no studies and home works which even during the other months I wouldn’t do. Yipeee! Summer holidays are here!
April – The month starts with “April fool’s day”. Back during school days fooling someone specially on April 1st is a big deal. But me being me, I haven’t succeeded in fooling anyone on this particular day but never failed in getting the arrow back on me. The remaining days of the month is all about me as I tend to wander around doing pure fun stuffs like gobbling down mangoes as a meal, getting lost in the streets while playing hide and seek with friends, bolting down some food or the other as my Appai (grannny) try to accomplish her project – make-my grand-daughter-stout.
May – The month of train journeys and vacation to the place I had held close to my heart – Madras. My childhood memories and Madras always go hand-in-hand. Ammatchi’s place and the huge mango tree in the house, morning walks with Thatha to get “Thina Malar” newspaper, cousins living next door (means double the fun), a van full of kith and kin babbling songs in different tunes as we go on a trip to the beach. Even after all the fun, there had never been a time that I left Ammatchi’s place without a stubborn-refusal-cry to leave back home.
I have never had a fancy and exotic vacation but the kind of holidays I had are purest form of fun and nothing in the world is on par with it. Yeah, “those were the best days of my life!“