CONTINUED FROM PAGE 2
How do you feel when you see the blooming of Krishnachura along the roadsides of Dhaka, glowing like fire under the sunlight? Every year, Dhaka is dressed in bloom during the summer. Their fiery red petals spill across roads and schoolyards, as if the season itself has taken visible form. In cities where concrete dominates, the flower softens the harshness of the surroundings. In our busy schedules, we often pause to enjoy the gentle drift of Krishnachura petals and their silent rain.
Summer is the season of abundance. Jaishtha is known as “madhu mash” for the variety of fruits that the time has to offer. Unlike the delicate sweetness of lychee or the celebrated richness of mango, jackfruit arrives with a presence that is impossible to ignore. And then there is watermelon. Beyond its taste, it becomes something more essential in the height of Bangladeshi summer. It is a form of hydration disguised as a fruit. In the relentless heat, when the air feels heavy and still, each bite replenishes what the sun slowly takes away. Street vendors press sugarcane into pale green juice poured over ice, while others sell sharp, cooling green mango drinks. People stop not just to drink, but to rest and talk, easing the weight of the heat.
Yet, perhaps the most vivid moments of summer come with the nor’westers — dark clouds rolling in, winds rising, leaves trembling in anticipation. The sudden shift in light and air signals what is to come. Everyone in the village rushes to the mango orchards to collect the fallen mangoes, as if it were a festival.
Summer gives us a chance to pause, take a break and celebrate life once again. People often go on trips to escape city life and also to create memories with loved ones. The season might make us uncomfortable, but it reconnects us to the roots of culture and life. People slow down, shift their routines, and find small ways to stay close to comfort and one another. And finally, when it starts to fade into rain, what remains is not just the memory of heat, but the memory of how people lived through it.
By Sabrin Zawad Ritu
Photo: LS Archive/Star/Collected