#indiansummer
Summer in India isn't just a season—
It's a feeling, a memory, a melody of warmth.
It's the season of:
Mangoes and juicy watermelons,
Beaches kissed by golden sunlight,
Pickles drying under the harsh sun,
Ice creams and colorful icegolas,
Breezy cotton and floral prints,
School holidays and family vacations,
Power cuts and candlelit evenings,
Sleeping under starry skies on the terrace,
Holiday homework and handwritten pages, Internships, summer camps, and endless stories.
A season where time slows down and hearts warm up.
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC
Correlation does not imply causation.
Solid, strong, fact.
But when the month long grey veil
that smothered our holiday is hauled back
just as we return,
sun and fat heat to grill us in our ties and blazers,
I’m inclined, for once, to thumb my nose at science:
nature abhors term time
Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
Bright light blesses us this morn
The dew rises on the stems of the grass
Un-expected heat comes to pass
We reflect on the Summer that was meant to be
That most us didn't get to the sea
And most of us didn't feel free
Oh heat beam down and give us solis
Give us strength for the Winter and what may come to stall us
As we pray that the darkness will not want to call us
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 4:55 AM UTC
I watched as Fall fell today.
From the rain.
It washed the Earth.
Cleansed the trees as well.
The bright golds,
crimson reds of yesterday...
Yesterday, a day of sun that
warmed my skin. Blessed me
of Autumn beauty.
The Indian Summer
long awaited.
A secret time
'tween the
Fall and Winter.
When all things feel precious, sacred.
Comfortable and soft in the
prelude before the trees darken
for the deep slumber of winter.
It is this moment I love best.
The breath the Earth exhales,
Her Warmth, to keep us entranced,
until Spring greats us once again.
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC