Summer Diaries: The Season of Sticky Fingers and Sweet Nostalgia

“There was something about Indian summers in our childhood that no air-conditioned mall or five-star resort can ever match. Maybe it was the smell of wet earth just after we’d spilled a bucket of water outside to beat the heat. Or the sweet echo of koyal calls while we napped lazily under the ceiling fan that spun like it was dancing for us.”

Remember how summer didn’t mean weather — it meant freedom? Freedom from early

morning school bells, homework stress, and ironed uniforms. It meant sticky mango cheeks, langdi in the galli, chhoti chhoti nindiyan after lunch, and the delicious feeling of sun￾warmed skin and no deadlines.

Summer in India was a mood. It was steel tiffins filled with chilled aamras, naani ka ghar,

soft cotton mattresses on the floor with 10 cousins piled up, and that innocent war of Ludo

or snakes and ladders that somehow lasted all day.

“It was Rasna that made you feel fancy. It was kaala khatta gola that stained your tongue and your soul. It was climbing trees and collecting jamuns like treasure, and burning our feet on the terrace tiles during kabbadi marathons. And oh — it was also about power cuts, where we'd gather outside under the starry sky, listen to ghost stories, and swat away mosquitoes while munching on Parle-G.”

Summer didn’t ask for plans. It simply invited you to be — wild, uncombed, sweaty, and

completely yourself.

And though we’ve grown up now — with our emails, alarms, and iced coffees — there’s a

part of us that still craves that kind of barefoot joy. The joy of sitting with nothing but your

thoughts and a melting bar of Nutties in hand.

So, What If We Told You…

“That this summer, you can bring a little bit of that magic back? Not mango-stained cheeks maybe — but that sweet, slow joy of comfort, connection, and care.”

At Haraka, we believe that clothing isn't just about fashion — it's a feeling. The soft hug of

cotton, the breath of space on a hot day, the comfort of being completely, effortlessly YOU.

So here’s to you — the child who never left, the summer that still lingers, and the essential

tee that knows how to hold it all.

"Keep flowing, keep growing, keep moving with Haraka."