One last step…
It was a sluggish Sunday afternoon and the
sun was giving his paramount performance that day. It pelted every ounce of
energy it could gather from the fusion reactions, during those hours of
daylight, as if to show-off to the human race that some things are beyond their
domination. The intense summer heat of Nagpur is afar description, beyond words
and provides a mind-boggling portrait. The heat literally cuts the skin and
tries to penetrate on the insides of our body liberating every ounce of water
through pores. As we gasp for air some more heat finds its way through the
nostrils. Every movement becomes comatose, lethargic and exhausting. The head
feels droopy and heavy, sagging sideways like a pendulum, pouncing on every manageable
chance of catching a few ‘z’s (catnap).
