1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="iL9ZMSe8WV"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/h-holidays/">H: Holidays</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/h-holidays/embed/#?secret=iL9ZMSe8WV" width="600" height="338" title="“H: Holidays” — PoohsDen" data-secret="iL9ZMSe8WV" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> As the exams wrap up, the sound of “happy holidays” fill the air. The rather terse and somber exam fever gives way to joy. Two long months without school sounds perfect. There is so much to do. Friends part, with promises of letters and playdates. Trips are planned and executed. Summer drinks and foods make way to the table. Life is blissfully long and ignorant. Suddenly, the mood shifts without notice. Summer becomes drab and boring. It is too long and too hot. Is it time for school yet? The two memories of childhood summers that stick to me include fruits and the outdoors. I used to climb up the guava tree in my grandparents place, sit on the branches, read a book and munch of freshly-plucked guavas. The other memory is sitting on the steps in the backyard eating watermelon and spitting the seeds. In memory of my childhood summer holidays, a haiku   Excitement in air Long lazy days to follow A year has gone by   Time to experiment Table tennis, rangoli A hobby is born   Merciless heat waves Rasna, lime juice, watermelon Ripe mangoes too   Summer afternoons Under the trees, reading books Drooping leaves, bees, […]https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/IMG_1440.jpg18142418