It is getting hotter and hotter each year. There is no way to beat the heat. ACs don't work, refigators are turning into machines of storage, the food goes bad and even the p cs don't follow your injunctions. The sweat creates rivulets that drip into your eyes and mouth and generally it is awful and sultry.
If you eat icecreams to ward off the pain of heat and the dust of the streets, you are bound to fall ill. That sore throat you have is not perhaps the result of cold waves in this month of November, but the cold water you drank at the roadside mall because you forgot to carry the safe water bottle when you left home in the morning.You are in bed with the flue before you realise that November is the cruellest month, breeding sweat and heat and a general sense of lassitude. Gone are the Novembers of desire and romance and we are as though on a rocky hot plain of desperate and giddy don't know what to do, as weather keeps defaulting.
April had showers we did not want. River, valleys and pastures drowned themselves in the too early rains, and the fields sodden with the deaths of rice plants and other crops.And now as we are waiting for the good old cold days and they are so late incoming. Will they come at all? Shall we again teach our kids honestly that there are four seasons in a year? Or say that there is only a sunny weather and a wet one. No seasons at all any more.
If you eat icecreams to ward off the pain of heat and the dust of the streets, you are bound to fall ill. That sore throat you have is not perhaps the result of cold waves in this month of November, but the cold water you drank at the roadside mall because you forgot to carry the safe water bottle when you left home in the morning.You are in bed with the flue before you realise that November is the cruellest month, breeding sweat and heat and a general sense of lassitude. Gone are the Novembers of desire and romance and we are as though on a rocky hot plain of desperate and giddy don't know what to do, as weather keeps defaulting.
April had showers we did not want. River, valleys and pastures drowned themselves in the too early rains, and the fields sodden with the deaths of rice plants and other crops.And now as we are waiting for the good old cold days and they are so late incoming. Will they come at all? Shall we again teach our kids honestly that there are four seasons in a year? Or say that there is only a sunny weather and a wet one. No seasons at all any more.
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