I never really liked summer. After our year-end school examinations, temperatures would steadily rise to 35°C. When luck was not on our sides — temperatures were more brutal. Summer breaks were meant for: metamorphosing into sloths, reading every mystery book available, drinking aerated drinks, and indulging in mangoes. Once every two years, my parents would take us back to our hometown. The heat — coupled with power cuts — often proved to be an ideal environment for the build-up of steam. On good days, my siblings and I would venture outside in the yard. Armed with wooden sticks, whilst pretending to be explorers of the natural world, we’d spot chameleons or centipedes. Although, we’d never muster the courage to get close enough. On other days, we’d be content with our best friend — the hand fan.
It’s been a while since I’ve visited my hometown during summer. With my parents moving back to their roots, I make more trips than I thought I would. So much has changed. Our sleepy village town couldn’t escape the clutches of modernism. Many sloping tiled rooftops have given way to uninspiring flat buildings. Fortunately, somethings haven’t changed. Take for instance, the old mango tree that still grows in the front yard. Every year, during these months, it is laden with fruit. For company, it’s got a host of other greens.
My mum takes keen interest in her garden. I couldn’t be happier. On my visits, the garden is the place I love to wander in. If I could ever trap a fragrance in a bottle, I’d like to start with the smell of wet mud. There’s nothing more soothing. Each leaf comes alive with droplets of water and glistens in the morning sun. The sights and smells are good enough to kill a bad memory — if any.
I’m often amazed by the pop of colour in the garden. Each bloom has a way of shadowing its nearest neighbour. There seems to be a silent competition among them. An unspoken rivalry. Not that I’m complaining. I’ve got much to feast on.
Thanks Christina, from JUSTBLUEDUTCH, for inviting me to participate in the Seven Day Nature Challenge. I truly enjoy the process of digging through photos and reliving old memories.
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