summer holidays are meant for burning

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.

10 comments

  1. I see you moved to a new location – will update all my links. I take your post as proof that summer does exist somewhere in the world. Not in North Germany – only about three warm days during April/May.

    • Indeterminacy, glad to see you are back. I hope you are posting again. Have missed your stories. Summer more than exists here, it is larger than life.🙂

  2. Wow Goa .All that water should cool you down . I can hear the fizzy sizzle as you hit the waves ! Targolas – we call them taal sans – they’re delicious .

    • Ashley, late. The jamuns season is nearly over.😦

      I eat my fill in Vadodara. In Mumbai, they are exorbitantly expensive.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s