Summer and you

Its sweltering hot,
and while it is so, I think of you,
mangoes and our Guava tree.
Summer does that to me.

Remember how I climbed on my favourite branch
to mug history essays?
With every boring para, I took short snack breaks,
crawled on to other branches,
and plucked those sun ripened greenish yellow fruit.

I shared them with you.
Though, you preferred raw mangoes
with red chilli and salt.
You had yours, sitting on the kitchen steps
while I had mine perched up there.

It is as hot these days,

and the tree and you are on my mind.
I get glimpses of the tree.
But you,
I can barely see you.

Do you think of me?
Of the butterfly catching expeditions we went on?
Surely you didn't forget the cycle!
Or, have you?

Tell me, do you still think of me,
perched on the Guava tree?

Do you?