Summer in India-A Description

The air shimmers with heat and the sun is at its peak. The grass lies parched and yellow, dying slowly as the soil becomes dry and cracked. The creek is lying low and the fish underneath have no refuge from their merciless predators who rule the sky.. A distant sound of a car backfiring is heard occasionally but otherwise there is only deathly silence. The inhabitants of the area have their windows thrown wide open, hoping to tempt an extinct breeze. Some have their air-conditioners and fans running at full speed which gives barely any relief. Parents have no energy to scold and children have no energy to irritate them. Everyone waits impatiently for the sun to disappear below the horizon, so they have some reprieve from their formidable yellow foe in the sky.

Summer In India

Hot and dirty,

Sweaty and filthy,

That’s how it is,

The unique Indian Summer.

Grass as always,

A parched yellow,

The few flowers wilting,

The fruits aren’t mellow.

The houses are silent;

Their windows shut,

This sweltering heat,

Doesn’t stop for even a beat.

The air-conditioners,

Running at their full speed,

Down to their lowest temperatures,

They give barely any relief.

At this moment,

The loveliest treat,

Would be the banishment,

Of this sweltering heat.

Prakruti Resort- Kashid: A Holiday To Remember!!

For the Christmas holidays my mom and dad took the whole family to Prakruti Resort for a four day and three night trip, starting Wednesday the 26th to Saturday the 29th. We would have liked to leave earlier but my older sister, who studies in Canada, reached India only on Christmas Eve. (time difference-irritating in my opinion)

We were all awakened from our beauty sleep at 6 a.m in the morning by our parents as we had to be at the Resort latest by lunchtime and the car ride would take about 3 hours. We left only at 7:30 and unexpectedly, it took us up till 11 am to reach there. From the car we caught glimpses of Kashid beach which looked surprisingly clean and inviting. (Judging by the standards of beaches I’ve seen in Mumbai anyway) The resort was in the middle of a hill, a nice place and relatively clean. There was a slight chill in the air though. We drove up to our villa and then came down for lunch. The villa had three bedrooms- two upstairs and one below. There was a hammock too, which we kids imperiously booked.

Over the days, we kicked back, relaxed and enjoyed the peace, calm and quiet. We swam in the pool, went to the beach and played games as a family. Everyone was very sad when we were in the ca, going back to the noisy, pollution-filled hustle and bustle of Mumbai. We all begged our father to take us there again and I hope he will!

The Funny Person

Once outside an airport I saw this guy who had a huge pot belly, a funny moustache, a great, round, flabby face, dressed in a black buisness suit, carrying a black briefcase and having a cigar in his mouth. At that time, I thought he was very funny and suspicious looking. I thought up of a funny, rhyming verse about him:

He comes from afar,

With a silver cigar,

And walks down the ramp,

Like a heavyweight champ.