I feel dead thanks to this brutal never-ending summer in Ahmedabad. I have been working constantly for last one month without a single day off in between. Last evening, my neighbour in the lift asked me about ‘weekend planning.’ I replied, “In office… planning the newspaper.” In spite of my dead woman (almost) status, I keep on thinking. Some of my thoughts are as follows:
Why is the sun in Ahmedabad so angry?
Why doesn’t the sun here take a sabbatical?
I would have won an international literary prize if I would have been in some cooler country.
How much money do I require to buy a property in Uttarakhand/Sikkim?
Am I earning to give it away as the electricity bill?
What will happen to this world?
Why can’t people just go on holidays like the earlier times and not post pictures on social media?
Like schools/colleges, why can’t newspapers have summer vacation?
If time is fluid then why isn’t it flowing quickly?
What did I do in my last birth that I am getting baked here in Ahmedabad?
Can I hug all those huge beautiful trees ?
Why are they cutting trees all over the cities? Have they gone mad?
Why are we so cruel towards nature?
When will the rains come?
I have never checked the weather forecast so religiously and so sincerely as I have done this summer.