The last fifteen days of summer!! Already the dark clouds have started gathering in the sky, heralding the onset of monsoon…very soon. *Sigh* Three months of muddy feet, browned clothes, greasy hair and the sniffles. The whole country thinks that rains are romantic and looks forward to the dark clouds with eagerness; I don’t. This isn’t a pretty city and it gets uglier in the rains. Trains stop, traffic stalls, roads flood and everyone’s passing colds to each other. Moreover it reminds me of that miserable time heralding the start of a new school year right after a delightful vacation. ‘Back to the grind’ is the overwhelming feeling I have right through Mumbai’s monsoon.

But today the sun shines and on Random Shuffle, I drift into the streams of

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it’s all right

What spells summer better than aamras? Succulent golden-yellow mangoes with their insides scooped out and beaten to smooth consistency. Sweet, so sweet that you can put the sugar-can away.

 

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Aamras with puris, aamras for dessert, aamras just because it’s summer! Every restaurant has it on their menu, with that special note sayingΒ ‘SEASONAL’.

 

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Ripe mangoes are the shining symbol of all that summer stands for – lazy luxury, rare decadence,Β permission to have fun and sleepy bliss. Have the last mango of the season and smile back at the sun….I did!

 

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8 thoughts on “Mango Mood in Mumbai”
  1. @ chennairamblings: Not here, it does’t. It turns warm and sticky after a rain in Mumbai, not cool like the other places.

    @ Rada: Yes! I grew up listening to the Beatles. Plizz to plug shamelessly..or at least mail me link.

    @ Cynic: πŸ™‚

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