Tell it as a story of the year, from one season to the next, and say what you saw, smelt, ate and felt. A good answer names things — a tree, a fruit, a bird, a festival — instead of only saying “it was hot” or “it was cold”.
What a good answer must have:
- The name of each season and roughly when it came.
- One thing you saw in nature in that season.
- One thing that changed in your own life — clothes, food, games, school.
- One moment you remember clearly.
Sample answer
Our summer began in April. The ceiling fan ran all day and the road felt hot under my slippers even in the evening. We drank litres of water from the earthen pot and ate mangoes almost every day. The pond behind our lane became a patch of cracked mud, and the koel called from morning till afternoon.
Then, one afternoon in the last week of June, the sky turned dark grey in a few minutes and it poured. That first rain is the thing I remember best in the whole year — the smell of the wet ground, and all of us standing outside getting soaked while our mothers shouted from the doors. After that, everything turned green in about a week. Frogs croaked all night. We wore gumboots to school and my notebook corners stayed damp.
By October the rain had stopped and the sky turned a very clear blue. My grandmother took the quilts up to the roof to dry. We made a rangoli for Diwali. In November the mornings became misty and I needed a sweater for the first time.
January was the coldest. There was fog until nine in the morning and my hands went numb on the way to school. We had a bonfire on Lohri and ate gajak. Then in February the mustard field near the school turned bright yellow and the mango tree began to smell sweet. We played Holi in March, and by the end of that month I had put my sweater away again — and the whole thing was ready to start over.