100 Words: Indian Summers


Green mangoes freshly picked off a tree in my grandparents house – cut in to slices and sprinkled with salt and chilli powder.

Muskmelon custard made by Mum,  transferred to an ice-cream pail to be churned. All the children took turns at churning and then fought over who got to lick the ice cream off the churning gadget – one of the cousins christened it the ‘fan belt.’

 Mornings spent scouring magazines for the names of movies that could be used  later that evening to fox the other team in a game of  charades.

Summer memories are made of these.

I have fond memories of summer holidays spent at my grandparents’ home in Hyderabad.

What are you ‘summer memories’?

May you be inspired – every day!


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48 thoughts on “100 Words: Indian Summers

  1. What a wonderful list of great healthy foods. Mangoes yum

  2. As a child, I spent my summers at my grandparents home about 7 hours from here. They would pick me up Memorial week-end and I would come home Labor Day week-end. I loved summer with them.  As an adult, I just love summer at home.

  3. Summers! I used to love them because I never really truly experienced them, being in a boarding school in a hill station. The few occasional summers that I have had the fortune to be at home was spent swimming and generally being up to some tricks.

  4. I like mangoes, but I particularly like Indian mangoes 😉 Oh you’ve spent your summer holidays real well! Such fun… I’m glad we could always go back into them esp. that holidays are rare at work LOL…

    I enjoyed this post.

    1. I know you like all things Indian, Melissa 😉 I would love to know how you spent your holidays! You really need to take a long one and come visit – and you can stay with me – I promise I’ll be nice – despite my latest post 🙂 😉

      1. I usually spend my holidays with my nieces. I Take them out to the Buddhist temple nearby to play. When they aren’t around, I’d spend my time reading, drawing or experimenting on new recipes 🙂

        You are right, I love Indians in general (it wasn’t so while I was in mission :P)… I would really like to go to your place BS. I remember we were joking about me having a bf from Goa 😛

        You are so gracious BS, I’ll be careful not to get a pink slip though LOL! You’ll give me a warning right, ahahaha… lots of love :*

        1. Knowing you, I can imagine the fun and laughter that your nieces have in your company. Sometimes I think you’re too busy with all the kids to have a bf (from Goa or otherwise) 😉  No pink slip for you, sweetie. Only a green card!

  5. I miss green mangoes .. especially with salt and chill powder!! I used to buy them from the little street vendor and get them wrapped in a paper packet. My husband thinks putting salt and chilli powder on mangoes is just plain weird. Well, I think putting peanut butter on apples is weird. Different strokes for different folks!

    1. Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing, Aarti! Peanut butter on apples – now that I wouldn’t touch with a barge pole 😉 Thanks for stopping by.

  6. I have sad and happy memories of my childhood summers. Most of it is boring and spent wishing I was elsewhere. That said, I am grateful for my past because they have made me appreciate what I have now.

    I do remember climbing trees, but I did that almost all year round 😀

    Thanks for the gentle stroll along memory lane.

    Best regards,

  7. Oh such nostalgia. I remember sitting next to the fireplace burying sweet potatoes in the ashes of the chimney fire and then waiting for them to roast ever so patiently. I remember stealing the raw mangoes put out to dry for pickles. Lovely memories

    1. Roasted sweet potatoes are heavenly but that’s not one of my memories. Now stealing mangoes – that sounds familiar! Thanks for sharing, Ritu.

  8. Oh, such sweet and tasty memories Corinne!
    My fond summer memories are juicy watermelons from my dad’s patch and VBS.

  9. Thank you for sharing some of your beautiful memories of your Summer vacations! One of the things I remember the most was the donkey rides on the beach. They appeared very high up for a young child and VERY bumpy, but the man in charge always gave one the feeling he had 100% control over the donkey’s, so all one had to do was squeal and have fun! Tin buckets and spades and the flags of the world to stick in the top of sandcastles are another memory.

    1. Oh! What a lovely memory that is, Elizabeth. Donkey rides by the beach remind me of the books I read growing up – most of them were set in the England and seemed so fascinating to a child.

  10. Mmmm, I love mangoes and sticky rice with coconut milk! My favorite dessert when I lived in Bangkok. When I lived in the Ivory Coast, we had a mango tree in our yard. My son was only a toddler then, but he remembers getting mangoes off the tree and eating them! Lovely memories!

    1. I actually haven’t tried that combination, Galen. I’m more partial to green mangoes than the ripe ones. I hope someday you will write a book of all your travels. Your little vignettes make such interesting reading that I certainly would like to read more of your intrepid travelling!

  11. Dear Corinne,
    Like everyone else, I also have so many memories as a child and as a young boy. Thankfully, they were all good and beautiful. Time will not allow me to list them, but many was with mangoes (smile). Thanks for sharing my friend.

  12. this was sweet. My fondest summer memory is of a summer I spent in Puerto Rico. I met my half-brother and we had so much fun. Thanks for reminding me Corinne.

  13. My summer memories are mostly of my school holidays – where I would just read, read and read !

    Ah..so much I wish those days were back 🙂

    Your post reminded of them.

    1. If you look at the other link I shared on this post, Privy, you will notice it’s about reading and summer holidays! Thankfully, at present, my life is like one long summer holiday!

  14. What wonderful memories you have shared here, Corinne! I, too, have great memories of vacations spent with grandparents and cousins.

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