Delhi Indian Summer

Anyone who has hacked it in a single room tenant-ship without a cooler in Delhi summer will know this. When the heat grips you above the hairline like a numb skullcap, when matka-cool water seems incandescent because it is less turgid than your blood. When lying on your mattress on the floor, you see the heat beating out your bowels and the food-you-had-no-desire-to-eat within into a liquid patina that runs into the bathroom while you lie there dourly. Waves of thoughts beat upon my mind in the dark where I can lay out my prayer mat in the shadows of my skull. Giving thanks to creation which gave me sensitivity to my condition; in time I was to realize that I was in time. And that was the big one.