
The merciful Sun of the winter and early spring has mutated into a monster. 45 degrees in the shade and I - standing in the direct path of fury - waiting for that autorickshaw to transport me from the air-conditioned office to my air-cooled residence. Pinpricks on my back, the deodorant fighting a losing battle, a three-wheeler stops and I sit inside. Ever tried sitting on a hotplate - I just did.
If I had been the Maharaja of Kashmir, I would have definitely shifted to my summer capital. But stuck in this all-season capital of India, I've no option but to bear the brunt of the brute 146 million kilometres away.
i soooo agree with u... and just think, somedays ago we had power cuts for 13 to 14 hour a day, specially at night time..
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ReplyDeleteThis is a particularly "hot" post! In Bollywood parlance, you know what that would mean!
ReplyDeleteJokes apart, it is very very very hot. And there's nothing funny about it! Looks like Delhi is burning! And I was complaining about Chennai's 43 degree summer!
'Bollywoody hot' did make drops of perspiration appear on my forehead years ago. Now either they have lost the touch or more possibly I've matured.
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