If there’s one thing life has taught me, it’s that you can’t control three things: aging, Bangalore traffic, and the weather app’s mood swings. Yet here I am, hopelessly in love with all seasons, except the one that turns me into a walking, talking humidity experiment: summer.Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried to make peace with summer. I’ve romanticized mangoes, popsicles, and long evenings, but no amount of Alphonso diplomacy can justify the betrayal of stepping out freshly bathed and returnin