sweet summer breeze

aahh...the smell of mango blossoms...the sound of koel coooing...the dry summer breeze bringing with it a lovely mix of smells...all this is history...things that i would tell my children for now the only smell is that of petrol...the only cooing(read blasting) is of car horns and the breeze is a truck or bus going by....how i pine for those days of old when april first week would signal the end of exams and beginning of cricket matches and club fights...selections and the winnings...losing as well(sore loser)...well now replaced by office fights..client fights.. and only losing(perks of being the juniormost in the team)