Sunday Editorial How I miss the long summers of childhood: the ‘remembered present’! By Ratnakar Tripathy As is usual with adult amnesia, after growing up I almost forgot about the joys of summer and could only think of them with a sense of impending third degree. Summer became the time for utter and unrelieved suffering. Now it occurs to me that despite having grown up in a hill station, quite absurdly it might seem, I spent most of my summers in the village in the hot plains of what is now East Champaran but used to be plain Champaran.  But as I scan through my adolescent and childhood...