I'm at my grandmother's home enjoying my vacations in the same way I had anticipated the whole year after running to and fro from home to college and back. It's the last month of summer here and the weather's going insane. Wild winds at this time of the month of may is really unexpected but my family here says to me it's normal to have unusual tendencies. And it rained a couple of times but not that aggressively. They welcome this unusuality because it's the sign of onset of rains here in the plains.
But the summer does not end with these winds because it's still the scorching heat during these days which allows the watermelons and muskmelons to accept their call of duty. The hand pumps and the bore-wells have given up but the neighbors do help in providing water to us. Here at the heart of India, it's considered a privilege to have a chance to provide water to someone. They say you get a chance to live in heaven if you quench the thirst of a living being.
And while I sit on the house's terrace, my younger brother is telling my maasi (aunt) to tell me stories of ghouls and scary things that happened during their childhood. But I'm here blogging about it and enjoying the wind in my hair while they still think that I'm frightened due to it.
It's a clear night and the sky is a midnight blue with millions of stars to frown at. I'm frowning because never in my lifetime have I seen so many stars and I'm sure I'll never be able to see in the future too. It was a phenomenal site for me and I'll try to enjoy it till I'm here if my somnolent self allows me to. I wish I could capture that scene in the middle of the night but my mobile isn't equipped for night scenes. There's no light and the mosquitoes are buzzing my head off. And in between silent agony, I'm once again reminded that this 3 month vacation is going to end soon. Well, happiness comes to an end but life goes on.