The scorching heat of the sun and the hot blazing winds of the Deccan pleateau.Even small steps in the late mornings dries up the lips and eyes and ears are flaring with heat. The lookout for a cool shade and a few gulps of cool water.This is the torture of the hot Indian summer.
In the coastal regions this torture is assisted by the humid climate and a pouring of litres of sweat.
Oh !!! rain God , just burst down on us and end our sufferings.Cool down everything, and refresh our minds with the odour of the mud.Let me drench in the trickles of first rains and pacify the flares within.
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