Our summer comes early.
Before the rest of India feels the heat and dust.
So much so Chennai blokes feel happy Banglore is as hot as Madras.
Summer is here when we hear the ice-cream and elanir vendors down the street.
When we see vehicles shimmer at traffic lights.
When we clear the dust off ceiling fans.
When we ask for butter milk instead of coffee.
When sabhas remember Ramanavami.
When newspapers and mailboxes talk of holidays.
When kids are seen in street corners on their way to summer camps in colourful clothes.
When power-cuts make an ugly appearance as an offset for IPL peak-loads.
When mangoes make their appearance with suspect colours and fancy prices.
When we sleep on the terrace.
When kids cycle like crazy all around.
Yes, summer cycles in here. It's fun time!
