Essay on Summer Season

India is a land which has been gifted with a variety of seasons. These seasons have their own importance and significance. Winter season provides the rich with an opportunity to show their wealth by wearing costly woollen clothes and to spend winter in the most comfortable manner.

Then, we have a rainy season. Every season has its own pleasures and thrills. But the joys, which summer season brings are really unparalleled. It is the spring season that brings blooming and blossoming flowers. The gardens, the pastures, the meadows and the valleys are clothed in green velvet.

Everything in nature seems to be at its full youth and maturity. The nature presents itself in the most delightful mood. Everything seems to be happy and cheerful. The birds chirp amidst green leaves and cool shade. On the whole, one finds nature in full bloom during the spring season.

The summer season is the time of tournaments and sports. Swimming contests are usually held in summer. Sports contests and other activities are also organised during the Summer Season. It is also a time when blood circulates in our bodies at a normal pace.

With the availability of fresh fruits and vegetables, there is proper circulation of blood in our bodies. The rich get the opportunity to go to hill stations Aristocratic families proceed to health resorts and spend summer season three.

Hill stations wear a majestic look during this period. They are packed with people Recreational centres hum with activity, means of entertainment abound and fairs and festivals, beauty contests, concerts, dancing programmes and dramas are staged at hill stations.

People, in their lovely costumes and gay moods, enjoy the summer season Dalhousie, Pahalgam, Shimla, Mussoorie, Darjeeling and Nainital become centres of great attraction for people. It is also the time for artists to show their skills.

They can paint pictures of summer in various moods. In one picture they can express the very joy of summer. It is this season which compelled Tagore to say.

“Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future but for the moment’s whim.”

– Tagore