I’ve been a wreck this summer. It does feel like every passing summer is getting hotter and hotter still. Either the twelve months in between make me forget what summer is really like, or the wretched truth is that it is actually getting warmer by the year. Entirely possible given the rate at which the trees are being stripped off and construction sites are sprouting around me. In Panjim at least the reduced green cover, soaring temperatures, and an unnaturally high, oppressive kind of humidity has been palpable this year.
I’ve spent most of summer indoors, which seems like the better bet, but is somehow equally draining. Makes me want to nap at odd hours, not want to cook elaborate meals, wear objectionable clothes and spend time just sitting directly under a fan or right in front of the blast of the air-con. Entire meals are being made from all things liquid, buttermilk, watermelon juice, mango milkshake. Doing anything around the house is doubly hard and procrastination has become my middle name. I begin each day by obsessively checking the weather app and scrolling frantically to see if there’s a hint of rain to give us some respite. Let’s just say I’m ready to say goodbye to this summer.
Last week when I landed in Goa and called home, I was surprised to be greeted by an irritable VC. It doesn’t happen often, so I knew something was up. A long cab ride back home, I walked in to the house, climbing up the stairs I felt the hot air cling around me, tighten its grip and immediatly felt bullets of sweat squeeze out of the surface of my skin. I knew at once, the heat was probably driving VC crazy. And I was right, so I dumped my luggage, quickly freshened up and we left soon after to catch dinner. Our criteria to pick a restaurant: air-conditioning.
There were were VC, at the Chinese restaurant, downing our suimai when I saw a group of people walk in, drenched to the bone. It didn’t make sense, and I couldn’t see what was happening outside, but it looked like there had been some rain. Lots of it.Serious attempts were made to conceal my excitement and relief.
By the time we finished and got out, we were in the thick of the downpour.
Let’s just say I’m ready to say goodbye to this summertime misery. Sure, a few months into the rain there will be a different kind of misery. Wrapped in mildew and mustiness, and I will be back ranting about it.
Is it just me or has anybody else felt like this year the summer has pushed all previously held benchmarks of tropical misery? It’s been downright horrid for me, and I am ready to welcome a splash of monsoon, which will hopefully come at us with a crash and a bang, cool temperatures, settle the dust, bring back lush life into the dreary expanses of dry-land around me and hopefully renew the enthusiasm to be up and about again. I’m ready for that kind of rain-soaked misery. Anything to get on and out of this misery now.