It's hot and sultry
but not just right enough
The sun was far more demanding
In the town I grew up in.
It hit you on your skin
and pierced right through
Till you burnt a funny red
And then sweat cooled you up.
The hot vapours pricked you by
As you zoomed past on bikes.
Back home, under the lazy fan;
Water after a minute or two
Life would slowly seem bearable again...
Ahmedabad has a thousand memorable things
But the most I miss
Are those ruthless summer months.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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Hot, blazing, burnig summer does have its charm though not comfortable by any means. Haven't been to Gujarat, though.
I hate hot days. So felt all uneasy reading that :D ;)
Thank you Gauri for the compliments about my blog. I have read your articles and infact linked one of you posts.
"Summer" is really nice. I always felt the fan runs very very slow during summers. I have lived most part of my life in Hyderabad and I miss the summer for the mangoes.
Mesjay-- yes, i didn't understand it when my father said summer is his favorite season.. now i know..
Iceman-- you have a wonderful blog.. thnks for dropping by
Cilantro-- thnk u! i couldnt find the linked article though..wht post it is abt?
LOL.
Well, I like sumnmer for the holidays :D
But this is the first time I see a family liking summer :P
Especially you missing the ruthless summer..!! :P :P
"The sun was far more demanding
In the town I grew up in."
Beautiful.
fed- :)
Frisbee-- summer holidays, yes, i cud write a whole lot of poems on the pickled raw mangoes and stuff. thanks for visiting
John-- those are the lines tht make me quite happy with myself too.
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