One day in late June, the sky turned dark grey. The wind howled, and then—a single, fat drop of rain hit Aarav’s nose. Then another. Suddenly, the sky opened up. The smell of wet earth rose like perfume. Everyone on the farm ran outside, laughing, arms open wide.
| | Months (Hindu/Approx) | Feeling | | :--- | :--- | :--- | | Shishir (Winter) | January - February | Cold, foggy, cozy | | Vasant (Spring) | March - April | Colorful, new flowers, windy | | Grishma (Summer) | May - June | Hot, dry, mangoes | | Varsha (Rainy) | July - August | Wet, green, thunder | | Sharad (Autumn) | September - October | Clear, pleasant, festive | | Hemant (Pre-Winter) | November - December | Cool, harvest, misty | season months in india
“This is – Autumn,” Baba explained. “The sky becomes crystal clear. This is when we celebrate Dussehra and Diwali. The moon is so bright you can read a book by it at night.” One day in late June, the sky turned dark grey
Baba laughed, his breath a small white cloud. “India is a land of six seasons, my sons, not just one or two. Our ancestors called them Ritus . The cold you feel is – the Winter Season.” Suddenly, the sky opened up
“Wait,” said Baba, his eyes twinkling. “The best is coming.”
Baba and Riya laughed. And the cycle of the seasons—the endless, spinning wheel of months in India—continued its perfect dance.
But soon, the fog lifted. By mid-February, the chill softened. The trees, which had looked bare, suddenly exploded into a riot of colors. Mango trees burst into fluffy golden-yellow flowers, and the air smelled of honey and earth.