Dear March, come in!





DEAR March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat—
You must have walked—
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!

Emily Dickinson


Dear March, you bring back all those childhood memories…The onset of Summer in Kerala; of heat and dust, exam fever mixed with the excited and impatient wait for the Summer vacation and family get togethers, meeting cousins, endless playtime, cool dips in the green ponds, little thatched playhouses, crunchy tender mangoes to sweet and juicy ones. Scattered joyful memories on the azure depth of my heart! You were a month of anticipation, March! Do not march in, glide in lady like.




pickle jars, waiting to be filled up with spicy, fiery and tangy pickled mangoes…

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