“A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and mojito in your hand.”- Bar Refael

The above quote took me back to my cherished childhood memories. It evoked a sense of nostalgia as the gentle breeze whispered tales of the past.

When I recollect the perfect summer day during my childhood, I am transported to a time when the sun illuminated the sky, the cool breeze brushed against my skin, and a book found solace in my hands instead of a mojito.

During those blissful years, my father was stationed in Kutch, Gujarat, near the enchanting Rann of Kutch. Our house was in the Central Government Colony within the Kandla Port Trust township.
Our house had a vast garden and big neem trees in our backyard.

During summer, when I wanted to be alone and escape from my mom’s constant nagging to complete my homework, I sought refuge beneath the comforting shade of a colossal neem tree.

Nestling myself amidst its leafy sanctuary, I would lose myself in the captivating realms of storybooks.
I was very fond of reading and, after lunch, would always love to escape and take refuge under the tree with my book.

Occasionally, I completed my homework beneath its protective branches, basking in the tranquil ambience.

The cool breeze would be so soothing. Its soothing touch sometimes lulled me into a peaceful slumber.
Summers in Kutch are excruciatingly hot and humid, with temperatures reaching as high as 48 degrees Celsius and the heat scorching.

Under the tree, the shade was delightfully cool and refreshing, and no glare to hurt my eyes.The gentle rustling of leaves, the occasional chirping of birds, and the distant hum of nature’s chorus would form a soothing backdrop.

The fragrance of the Neem leaves added another layer to the experience, infusing the air with its distinct aroma, known for its refreshing and rejuvenating qualities.

The breeze that blows through a neem tree(Azadirachta indica) is supposed to be healthy. Neem has many good medicinal properties.

As I reflect upon those precious moments spent under the neem tree’s warm embrace, I am reminded of the simple joys of childhood.

Simple Joys Of Childhood

Some simple joys that I recollect include:

• Running barefoot through the grass lawns ,feeling the tickling blades beneath my feet. I would love chasing the colourful butterflies.

• Sitting under the neem tree on a hot sunny day with the cool breeze blowing, savoring the sweetness of ice-cream , each lick a moment of pure delight.

• During playtime, giggling uncontrollably during hide and seek, the thrill of being found and finding others.

• Planting seeds in the garden along with mom and watching them grow, feeling a sense of accomplishment and wonder.

Childhood is filled with these simple joys where the world seems full of magic and endless possibilities.