Indian Summer and Monsoon
When the sun is fierce and the temperature soars. When one feels all hot and the sweat does pore. When the “whirr” of the airconditioner is welcome song. When chilled fluid is what everyone longs. When letahrgy sets in and breath comes in spurts. Its Indian summer, scorching all with a blast. There’s mangoes though that is such a treat. Milk shakes and juices to beat the heat. Cotton clothes and beer pints. Women in off-shoulders and raised hemlines. When nights are meant to sleep under the stars. Its Indian summer, scorching all with a blast. When the clouds are mistaken for a damsel’s locks. When thunder induces the dance of the peacock. When the falling rain beats a tattoo on the panes. When nature all around shrouds itself in a green mane. When the sun and humidity is no longer a bore. Indian Monsoon, romantic poetry and so much more. Waterlogged streets and clogged drains. Mosquito menace, mortal fever that gives such pains. Coloured umbrellas to add to the ...