Here's a rough breakdown of the months and their corresponding seasons:
“This is the time of harvest,” Baba said, showing them the golden fields of wheat and gram. “The weather is perfect for festivals like Diwali (which sometimes falls here) or harvest festivals like Pongal in the south. The sun is warm, but the nights are cold. We eat sesame cakes and drink warm spiced milk.”
“Remember this,” he said.
“This is – Summer,” Baba said, fanning himself. “The rivers get low, the earth cracks, and we crave cold watermelons, mangoes (the sweet king of fruits!), and thick buttermilk. Everyone rests in the afternoon shade.”
“Burrr! Why is it so cold, Baba? I thought India was always hot,” Aarav shivered, wrapping a shawl around himself.