File photo of young women jogging at the Racecourse

It just got over, but I love the summer. Always have. It's the season for nostalgia. Summer holidays in college, spent watching films at Regal, idling down Colaba Causeway, a kid fillet roll at Paradise, a Ralph Lauren knockoff on Fashion Street (outside the museum in those days), a swim at the Bombay Gym, capped with French fries (finger chips) and chicken tikka at Mondi's. And always, the Mahalakshmi Racecourse for a long, leisurely run. At noon. When it is deserted, save for the kites circling overhead, waiting for me to collapse and die. And brunch.