All in a day

• This morning, while still in bed, I heard a cuckoo sing. It felt so good that I decide to stay some more time in bed, and practice a little bit of whistling myself. Well, I suck at whistling and I got late for office, but doesn’t matter.

• The Food Bazaar has already started stocking mangoes. Is it mango time already? They kind of look shriveled and emaciated. But, mangoes are good nostalgia material. Reminds me of hailstorms. You know, back then, hailstorms were so much fun, because we could run out and collect fallen mangoes.

• The eucalyptus tree in front of the balcony is full of new leaves. A few amaltas trees on the roadside are showing off gorgeous yellow bunches of flowers, dangling like chandeliers off the branches. In the nearby hills, some unknown trees have shed all their leaves and are donning pink flowers instead. In a few more weeks, I hope, the fiery red gulmohars, for which I seem to have a soft spot, will also join in.

"the memories of last spring"