In order to beat you summer,
Indian summer,
Move you to shady groves
Sitting under the banyan, the peepul tree
Or under the mango orchard
Pass you time
Sleeping or resting on slim wild bamboo made sling cot,
Get you ready for a jump into the shady water pools
Of rocky or bouldered layers,
Take you food with salad,
Sliced tomato, cucumber, green chilly bits of pieces and a pinch of salt
And lemon juice dropped over or sprinkled
And with onion slices
Or you may red-kernelled water melon
Or you may chutney, tamarind juice
After letting it be soaked in water and wrung out
With sugar, salt and a little bit dry red chilly powder,
Take you sweet lassi, a glass of it
Or such an ice-candy,
Drink you earthen pitcher-kept water placed on sands.
If not, you may take bela sherbet,
Bela pulp extracted and taken with a glass of water
And with sugar, a little salt, lemon juice squeeze, drops
Or lemon juice in a glass of water sweeyened with sugar
Or just salted will do it
And if this is not, take you sattu, a spoonful of it or some more
To be poured into a glass of water with salt, lemon squeeze
And a bit of onion bits and chilly powder
And if you are down with fever and medicines not working,
Fever not coming down,
Temperature keeps soaring abnormally,
Take you raw mango burnt pulp extracted
And mixed into a glass of water
With sugar, salt and a little bit sprinkle of chilly powder,
Take you onion slices to beat the loo, the scorching sun,
The blazing heat of Indian summer so full of humidity and perspiration,
Put you a water-soaked clothing on your forehead
And it will relieve you definitely.
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