summer

seasons change again, and we dont even notice it. the year wanes. winter is gone, but for the early morning fogs. the buzz of intoxicated bees fill the ear. the sun is warm on our faces in the morning.

the air is fragrant with the dense perfume of all the mango trees in bud. every gust of wind carpets the courtyard with showers of yellow neem leaves which crunch beneath our feet as we walk to and fro. ripe tamarind pods lie in spots of sweet-sour temptation.

everything sparkles with the promise of fruit and flowers.