Tuesday, March 31, 2009

There are songs to the fine first rain, to the mad burst of monsoon.
There are songs to the winter.
But to the scorn of the sun I can’t remember any.
Scorching seven layers of skin.
Memories of burning soles at Fatehpur Sikri, when I was twelve.
And the relentless fury of the sun every afternoon.
So hot that I can feel the blood pounding in my head.
Drumming a war song, maybe.


10 comments:

manuscrypts said...

"for everything turn turn turn,
there's a season, turn, turn, turn..." The Byrds :)

Mumbai 58 said...

Aah I remember burning my soles when I was 8 at the taj mahal!! delhi can be gruesome when it comes to may..
thank you it was nostalgic in so many ways

norrbu said...

I'd take Fatehpur Sikri anytime.

Portia said...

i can see how i might feel differently about the sun...
i'll bring ice for the tea:)

CRUSTYBEEF said...

if you share some of your sun, I'll share some of the snow we're slotted to get next week.

good grief.

Sathya said...

Bangalore has been exceedingly hot too....

Downing assorted soft drinks like never before...

austere said...

sathya- stay a lassi loyalist. Its just too hot for preservative laced Coke and Pepsi.

crusty- gladly! Will offer a bonus as well. Deal? the humidity makes it worse.

portia- lemon or mint? Like some film star I wear glares and cover my head with a dupatta, only I'm not one.

mumbai 58- Taj, eh.

manu- I have it on authority bglore is vv hot too. So you can sing.

norrbu- so beautiful, only the sun gets into your eyes and your feet burn.

AmitL said...

hehe...Austy...now,how about some good memories of summer,like, Samrat IceCream at good ole Nyayamandir?
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But,yep-scorching summer memories are always a bit of a bother.:)

mago said...

bommelommelommmbombomm ... :) I see the sun! Ans slowly she becomes stronger and stronger every day!

austere said...

mago: :)

We can ship our version as well.