Summer Days are Gone

 The dusty lanes, the dry roads, the drooping trees and the smoky noon reminds me of the summer, which I have left behind. The distant past flickers with its own auras and I remember my summers running out of my house into my backyard, the returning from my schools, the crazy sun, the distant cries of my mom’s voice and the cherishable evenings spent as a kid growing into teens. The shade enjoyed under the bright sunshine just makes me emotional and while narrating this piece I travel through those distant images of my lanes, which I have left years back.

The afternoons where I sat beside my window watching the trees the road nearby felt like that was an unending one and perhaps the life would continue to sway in that pleasant joyful constant manner. Till slowly one day everything smoothly vanished till I realized when and where and how was it gone. Summers have really changed for me now. The sun I associate with, now deals with tanning and SPF and dryness. The summer I know now just makes me feel the need for a canopy. I long for those afternoons, which made the summer a thing of creativity, an element of imagination and now it is all gone.

Summer is that part of my life with which I connect all my events of life; it’s like a measure for my life a stick that grows every year that passes by. With summer, I associate my thoughts as a kid my longings, with summer I connect my successes each year into a new grade, with summer I just melt into the days of my first love, that romance with which I connect to the joys of eternity.

I loved summer that bought togetherness, a bond I had with it perhaps, would have continued till my soul perished out of this universe until something simple yet, weird thing came my way. After my outer layer started getting red, everything changed. With fieldwork pressure everyday, skin rashes worsened leading to Rosacea. After that, I stopped looking at myself in the mirror. I realized I could no more freely feel the sunrays on my skin.

My inner soul gets renewed with start of summer every year and I long for the days of past, the pavements I left, and the journeys I made to live them. I wish I could go back to the time I relished summer. I happen to crave for a beautiful summer once again. Deep down my soul goes like-“ Please give a summer, just one! Only one! Where I can live all my summers without sadness, without any worries. Give me a normal summer…”