Tired of being broiled, we chose to get baked.

We were like mad Englishmen or dogs wandering around in hot afternoons in Vadodara, while the whole town slept, numb with the heat.

We even thought up ways of getting hotter, like covering the house in paint fumes, giving up all our cool rooms to carpenters, painters, plumbers and electricians while we ran in and out serving them cold water or lemonade.

We ate lots and lots of big, purple jamuns though, available at half the price than in Bumm-Bumm-Bhole-Land, and a few slightly alcoholic targolas.

And since Bumm-Bumm-Bhole-Land shows inklings of a breeze since we got back, and we’ve not had our fill of heat, we are going to get grilled on a Goa beach.