Michigan summer
All
the callers from India grumble about the scorching heat and dust and
researching ways and means to escape to some hill tops in search of cool sleep
and shivering luxury. Nagercoil is worse, thanks to the farsightedness of the
municipal authorities who love to dig pits all along the roads and somehow
forget to fill them. They too enjoy the frequent discomfort while driving
through their government vehicles which cry for repair. Fun loving motorists
who shun from making any sort of legitimate protest take it so easy with their
birthright of riding on these road like structures. At least for another month I
need not worry over sweating and speeding, tossing and hopping, jerking and
moaning, darting and dropping. They say that here in Michigan winter is always
around the corner playing hide and seek.
The sunshine and outdoor games cannot fool you. When you come out of the mall
bear headed and sporting the new T-shirt, there comes the whistling wind threatening
chill and flurry. Run for any cover, cursing your over confidence and weather
watching. The deserted streets and sidewalks remind me of bandh and curfew.
Summer, sunlight and warmth are still far away, it seems.
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