The Summer Child

"Where are you lost, why are you so lonely in your own world?"Richard, a once upon a time colleague, used to ask me.

Well, he did not know that my world was never lonely. All that went into my head, almost crowded it there. So many thoughts, so many people, so many things to do. For me, it was and it is difficult to get bored , of course unless I am thrown on a deserted island, handsome man-less.

Richard and I used to share the same cab to work. He was much older and wiser than me and I frequently mentioned about the latter to him. And he would say," Aah, if I had wisdom, some of it would have rubbed off on you. You still look so blank (read dumb!)

It happened the other way round actually. I kind of infected him a bit. He started asking random questions to people, looking at things from a new, not necessarily good angle :) So he once asked me, "If you could change your name, what would it be and give me an English name."

"Summer", pop came the answer.

I have no reason for liking the name. I hate summers in India. I really do. But yes, I was born in summer, love the breezy and the bright colours people usually associate with summer, love mangoes and the summer vacations spent at my grandmother's place as a child. 

So, here is to summer...