Summers with my sibling

Being nostalgic for the carefree summers of past

Nandhini Swaminathan

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RockFort Temple in March

As a child, I knew summer had come when the air was filled with the sickly sweet smell of mangoes. The intense heat waves, the cricket matches, and endless bike races. To this day, my brother’s proudest achievement is how he played cricket continuously for nine hours in the blistering heat and won “man of the match”.

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