An ardent tennis aficionado’s summit!
June has always occupied a special place for me. Yes, as a child it meant that I could celebrate my birthday at the end of the month with new friends in my new class (school in India began mid -June). It was the onset of the monsoon seasons, and the first Bombay rains were always pleasant before the deluge commenced. And the inclement weather meant warm corn on the cobs (bhutta for the Indian tongue). But we didn’t eat them on the street, instead we savored them in front of the television, for June meant Wimbledon season.