A thought bubbles inside my head and dies instantly, or should I say dries instantly. As usual, summer heat playing its role. Summer wave is playing havoc at the moment. I have a pile of work to complete and the pile keeps on compiling while I am under the lazy summer spell. Intense heat has converted the lazy me into very lazy me. I feel sleepy most of the time and the only thing that manages to keep my off sleep is the book. I have been sweating constantly and every time I look at the sun my eyes lids close of their own accord, I fell sleepy without a pillow under my head. I am worried that the soft drinks and ice cream I have consumed to beat off the heat has left its mark on my waste line and yet the summer shows no sign of leaving.
Added to all this is the trauma of having to queue up for the fuel of my scooter for hours on hot days. Where the line gets longer with every passing second and the noise produced by all these vehicle is unbearable. Among all this roaring and blowing of horns I can feel myself loosing my cool. These motorcyclist make the matter worst, when, they break the line and try to fit in every small gap. Which eventually leads to a power struggle and in between all this my scooter gets scratched. Worst than the scratch is the angry when neither a frown nor verbal complains brings the word sorry from the culprit.
–Â Pratichya Dulal
