By 9 AM, the temperature had crossed 38°C (100°F). The lane was silent except for the drone of ceiling fans and the occasional clang of a pressure cooker. Rohan filled a large earthen pot ( matka ) with water and ice. He added the green concentrate, stirred, and carried it downstairs.
He smiled. Summer had truly begun.
"When summer starts in India," she said, "it doesn't begin with a calendar date. It begins with this: the smell of raw mango boiling, the first fly that lands on the sugar jar, and the sound of the water tanker's horn at 6 AM." when summer starts in india
To Mrs. Sharma, who had lost her husband last winter, he handed a glass without a word. She drank and whispered, "He used to make this." By 9 AM, the temperature had crossed 38°C (100°F)