Summer is a season of endurance. It is also the season of mangoes—the king of fruits. "Mango diplomacy" becomes a real thing, with boxes of Alphonsos and Dasheris sent as gifts. In the hills, the British-era hill stations (Shimla, Darjeeling, Ooty) come alive as millions flee the furnace. Summer is also the time for Vishu (Kerala New Year) and Baisakhi (Sikh harvest festival), celebrating the only bounty that survives the heat. 3. Monsoon (June – September): The Liquid Ecstasy There is no season in the world like the Indian Monsoon. It is not merely weather; it is an event, a god, a lover. When the first rain hits the parched earth after five months of 40°C heat, the entire country breathes again.
The only relief is the taste of raw mango ( kairi ) with salt and chili, or a glass of lassi (yogurt drink) or nimbu pani (lemonade). The streets smell of dust, sweat, and over-ripe mangoes falling from trees. The air hums with the drone of air conditioners and the frantic whir of ceiling fans. 4 seasons of india
It is wet. Everything is wet. The sound is a constant percussion: drumming on tin roofs, gurgling in drains, the croaking of thousands of frogs. The taste of the season is fried— pakoras (fritters) with kadak chai (strong ginger tea). The smell is the deep, loamy odor of damp earth and blooming jasmine. Summer is a season of endurance