It is amazing how much weather dictates who you are, or how you behave when taken out of your native weather, if you have one that is. I have one.Dark clouds, soaking rain with thunder & lightening, punctuated with sharp sunshine that makes the water all sparkly. the perpetual weather back home.
That's probably why the Delhi heat saps my strength, leaves me in a perpetual daze, rest is a deadman's sleep with abrupt beginnings & ends, filled with strange dreams that run like cinema.The winters are a bit better, though dried up & cold there still remains the will to go out & look at things.But nothing compares to rains.Water saturates the air & glistening on the leaves, the whole world washed clean of dust, the dusty roads suddenly dark & wet .There truly is nothing like the rain in the whole world.
When it rains I feel at home..more or less, as fresh as a newborn... my senses are sharp, I feel like writing.
That's probably why the Delhi heat saps my strength, leaves me in a perpetual daze, rest is a deadman's sleep with abrupt beginnings & ends, filled with strange dreams that run like cinema.The winters are a bit better, though dried up & cold there still remains the will to go out & look at things.But nothing compares to rains.Water saturates the air & glistening on the leaves, the whole world washed clean of dust, the dusty roads suddenly dark & wet .There truly is nothing like the rain in the whole world.
When it rains I feel at home..more or less, as fresh as a newborn... my senses are sharp, I feel like writing.
