Monsoon, but not so soon….

I’ll begin with the chronology of a couple of days, until the real show down.

21st of June – The sun is mercilessly emitting its scorching radiations upon the blue ball, as if trying to inflict its wrath upon the humans for their misdeeds. The wilted flowers, sporadic parching of lips, arid land, all tell the woeful state of the hot and dry conditions that the Indian Land mass is undergoing. Not a soul venturing out in the open, for fear of getting reduced to ashes. Such soaring temperatures that even birds could be seen bucking for shade.

22nd of June – The fury of the sun continuing as it beats the hell out of the earth, as if trying to suck every drop of water from the soil and donate it to some unknown planet.
Still no respite from the blistering heat; the people try to lock them into the cool of their homes. Now that’s what you call “LOO”…………all and famous Sun Fury on the Indian Subcontinent.

23rd of June – The day unfolds itself with the same piercing sun rays, penetrating through our front door, the hiss on the frying pan, whoosh of the chimney, sucking every vapor in the kitchen. The events roll as ever. By the time its 2:30 in the afternoon, the winds surge into the scene, encircling and twisting and then carrying along with it, whatever it can detach off. The lids of the tanks on the top of the houses are easy prey to such furor. Turning them from passive elements to flying saucers, and striking aimlessly on the car roofs or human heads, knocking them over. The tress flaying from one side to another, as if trying to fly along with the wind, making their branched as the wings. The dust begins to rise from the moister devoid land, and we had to close all the entry points to seal off any filth from entering the house else we might end up dusting off all the paraphernalia in the house in the evening when my mom gets back home. But providentially, the downpour starts with all its ire, as if trying to make up for every prayer from the souls on earth. The wind still continuing with all its power, carrying the rain drops along with it slanting into our house.
As I walked to the window of the drawing room, I could see the flower pots and the moth sticks knocked over from their respective places, as if someone’s bowling outside in our front courtyard. Finding a reason to venture out in the rain, I treaded out in the rain with alacrity trying to prop up the fallen soldiers of the lawn. The soil was brimming with life now, slaking its thirst for water. But the flowers gave a battered look. It’s amazing though, that how a sudden change in the weather to the better side can wither away the malaise of the body. Well anyway it was a wondrous two to three hours of thunderstorm, and though the following words are a little old fashioned, but it suits better here, it did rain “cats and dogs”. And the after effects, well a lot many trees were uprooted that day and so was the tree near our ancestral house in some other sector. Well it was one hell of a tree. Must have been 200-300 years old. Anyways it revived the whole scene, and the rain teasing us with its intensity, as if the monsoon had arrived. But the adversity still continues and the sun is back to its business of roasting the living beings, as if trying to satiate its hunger for non-veg:)