Dear Summer...1:06 PM
You once again exceeded your welcome. Not that you were ever truely so in Mumbai. It might actually come as a shock to you, but we don't particularly like you over here. In fact, if you care for some cold hard truth, we are close to feeling genuine hate at the mere mention of your name.
We dread you, long before you decide to crash our party. We only really tolerate your intrusion because of the mangoes you bring. That is however short lived. All the mangoes in the world are not worth what you put us through for nearly 3 months.
You might be a shining star in other latitudes. Here you have as much appeal as a cold harsh Winter in those areas that worship you and celebrate you. What I am trying to say is that you suck.
When did you think it was even normal for people to soak through all their clothing in 5 minutes of just sitting down and doing nothing? Did you realise that we actually rejoice at the idea of 3-4 months of near constant rain? That we go as far as counting the days until the arrival of the monsoon just because it means you will finally leave us? That you make us crazy enough to fantasise about shivering while soaking wet? And that we all are making lists of all the things we can finally do again while celebrating the rain?
No seriously, think about it, think about it hard. How twisted is that? Come on! We favour waterlogged streets, mold and never drying laundry over you. If your weren't so sadistically psychopathic over here, you would get the hint and tone it down.
We end up hating the sight of frilly lightweight kurti, capri, shorts and spaghetti strap tops. And let's not talk about flip flops!
You might argue that we belong to a weird tribe of socks and sweat pants worshipers who dream about long sleeves and long pants. The fact remains that your steaming us to death is plain overkill and abuse.
Yes, Summer, we hate you and we want you out the door. We've had enough of your antics, and we feel that way years after years comes May.
If you haven't noticed already (and you should have done so) there are areas on this planet where people are eager to air their flip flops as much as we want to reconcile with our yoga pants, and steaming cup of teas. There are places were people are sick of cold and gloom (rightfully so, I know, I lived there). So, go and grace them with your warmth and blazing sun.
I can assure we won't mind or even miss you while you do so.
So, take your mangoes, ice cream, cold drinks and high electricity bills with you and leave. No need to even give us any notice...we are past caring about these petty formalities.
Regards, (just because I am polite)
Cyn the Puddle.
P.S your sneaking back on us in October calling yourself "Fall" doesn't fool us either...