it has always interested me the way they make lemonade.....fresh squeeze of lemon wedges....sugar..salt and water....easy yet elegant...
i was walking the path made of cobble stones...the one led to market...they had all sorts of stuff there....fruits....fresh..juicy and delicious....they had small wooden carts filled with melons and another one had a cart full of strawberries.....the juicy red fresh ones....they all had different fruits....almost no one sold more than two types of fruits...banana, mango, guava, pineapple, berries, oranges, apples and what not.....
but what got my attraction fast were the stands where they had lemons.....yellow signifies freshness....the smell so enthralling that it leaves you craving for more....its addictive...they had a few of them cut and made crown-like shape for the displays....
I was quiet submerged in the beauty of the yellow fruit when suddenly it started pouring....gusty winds and flying leaves marked the entry of monsoon....and everyone rushed to cover their belongings to save them from the fore-coming rain. many pulled out their coloured tripple fold umbrellas and many others wrapped themselves with raincoats. the brave ones who did not carry any defense weapon hid in the shades and in the midst of it all, it started.....the soil, of all the entities present enjoyed the most....liberating from it the tastiest of the perfumes... it gathered and compounded with other dust particle to form mud. the hot type of fruits got covered and some remained uncovered taking a free bath.....the lemon turned more fresh a flick of yellow...the drops being catched with lot more enthusiasm by its oily skin and dripped along its circular border....
the wind came to rescue and washed the clouds away in few minutes and the market resumed its business slowly. the commuters, buyers and sellers started preparing themselves for getting into their respective roles.....normal, common, regular life began....and no one noticed the sour drops of most natural lemonade dripping from the crown like lemon wedges.
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