When Winter ends...

This is a time of change. Especially back home in India. When the cold fog lifts from the plains of India to be replaced by the hot dry winds coming in from the desert.
Suddenly the warm and cozy nights turn into nights of torture when Delhi is blasted by heat from all sides. As the streets turn into an open air furnace and 40+ degree heat hits you like a tidal wave the minute you step out.. life seems to wither and die.
Everything seems to move in slow motion.... as your sweat evaporates faster than it can form.
Everything seems pure in this death....
The heat makes you float. The world swims in front of your eyes like a mirage.
Into this death.. to awaken.
A world in which no amount of LOVE can inject any warmth... just the neverending heat of the busy world.
BTW I am drunk again.