It’s the middle of June with the summer settled in
The superior alphonso or the underrated melons
The sunny afternoons when the extremities hit
You’re relieved thinking at least you’re not forced to go out
For it is that part of the year
When the schools are shut down
Oh! The anticipated summer break
Maybe you’ve come back
Or you’re yet to go on that long-awaited mountain trip
Piles of homework waiting at your table
It doesn’t matter, not right now anyway
Maybe the sun isn’t your best friend but it’s the summer which is most affable
It’s been a decade since this was your routine
But this time it was different
Since the school break started but its end wasn’t foreseen
Suddenly the trips are replaced by internships
The evening park by the night gym
The transition seems seamless until you look back and realize what you traded for it
Maybe you’re nostalgic but excited
Maybe you’re nostalgic but scared
That’s the baggage with the dual side of oblivion, of which you need to reminded
It all slipped away before you could hold on
Adulting – they call it
Always sounded like a grown-up affair, until now
Everyone is figuring it out
Some may look like they have, but reality is best kept concealed
For it is a universal thing – to be lost
Maybe that’s the crux of it all
To cherish, remember, document, flaunt.