I was a very happy go lucky kind of student during school. I didn’t take much of an interest when it came to education (apart from reading and creative writing) and my parents didn’t push me or my siblings to achieve the best grades like most parents did. I can’t remember what I did with most of my school holidays. Most of them would have been spent visiting my grandma and messing around at the park with my cousins. We didn’t go on holidays too often so there wasn’t much to look forward to in that sense. I think I was probably indifferent about going back to school once summer had ended.
Besides, there isn’t so much of a thing such as summer blues here in England, as our summers have always been pretty short lived anyway. Now that I’m older, I’ve realised that I find comfort in the winter season. I prefer the cold and winter is when most of the things I celebrate take place (Diwali, Christmas and my birthday, of course.) I enjoy my wardrobe, food and hot drinks a lot more in the winter than the summer, and I certainly sleep better in the cold than the sticky and hot.