Nostalgic memories of B'lore Madras summers....
Summer song

The nippy morning air
stirring blades of wet grass
a gentle warming sun
spreading across a clear blue sky
sprightly bird calls
chiming strident, resonant bells
Flame-of-the forest 
lighting green canopies
Orange gulmuhors
welcoming the day merrily
blurbs of tap water 
gushing into brass pots.
Fiery, piercing sun-rays
burning in an arid afternoon
a lazy yawning day
seeking blessedly cool shades
offering UV protection
from the sapping heat
stretching hotter till it fades
cool sips of water
quenching thirsty parched throats 
tired masses of people
donning bright cotton clothes
Three-o'clock coffee
gatherings in a busy day
purple jacarandas 
blooming in defiant mutiny
against the old, cranky branches
wrestling with power lines
Hot pink dusk
shining purple evening colors
A volley of chatty kids
returning home to play
in the remnants of light
fading into a soft night.