It must have been really long ago..

A 'funny'/'different' color all around you, like you were looking with peach-tinted glasses. A stillness to everything.Then, there's a light breeze. There's that feel of anticipation of something to happen, like its going to start raining any moment. There's not a cloud in sight though. But the light's a little low for daytime. A perfect summer evening.
There's something beautiful and pleasing about summer evenings, like having tender coconut water after swallowing loads of sea-water. It always reminds me of the exams that I used to study for while sitting on the terrace / the stairs. The times when I was half torn between playing Holi with the 'gully' kids and studying for an exam the next day. Curse the people who set the exam dates. No points for guessing, I had enough color on me to put a painter's apron to shame ;)
Trying to mug-up what the Nuclei of a cell does while trying very hard to avoid sleep.
Being part of the first showers of summer, which always happened while I'd be walking up and down the terrace with half a kg of a textbook in my hand , supposedly studying, damn, I wonder how I ever passed! People from all the neighboring houses would run up to save their laundry and yours truly would need mom running up and staring at me lolling around in the drizzle for 30 odd seconds before I would come to my senses and first) Safeguard the book by putting it under the water tank :D second) start pulling the clothes off the clothes line by when of course they are all wet or mummy would have finished them all off and be off the stairs in a flash too.
I think I caught 3 of the first showers in summer consecutively and somehow wanted to make it a (whats the word for it, custom/tradition?) that I do it every year, there have been times when I have woken up from sleep in the middle of the night just to hold one of the diamonds from heaven on my palm. As crazy as that sounds. :) Always makes me sigh.
Where did those days go? I never thought I would miss studying, but what I would not give to go back to the 8th std.exams in March/ April were supposed to be the worst months of an academic year, but why are the only days I remember fondly?