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| Mr. Sun! Could you please try to contain your hotness? |
It is so HOT! I’d probably catch
fire from this heat.
It is so hot that if I were a
laptop’s battery, I would overheat and stop working.
It is so freaking hot that if I were
water, I would evaporate up in the sky.
It is so hot that if I were an egg,
I would hatch out.
If this weather
were a food, people would spend forever blowing on it before it was palatable
enough to eat.
..And if it were an
oven, you could practically bake burn a cake in it.
Ok, this is getting lame. Basically,
I’m whining and I got a pretty good reason behind my whiny jabber.
The heat is so insanely,
outrageously wild therefore I must whine!
This heat looks like it has come all
the way from the sun with only one goal; to make all the earthlings pass out
with its hotness. Although its mission-swoon-the-Homo sapiens is going pretty
well, still, somehow, I’m conscious and surviving with just enough level of
energy that is allowing me to type my whiney yap out.
This is the sort of heat that makes
a foodie, like me, want to avoid lunches and dinners and breakfasts. Why? You
may ask.. Because steaming hot food in stifling hot weather is definitely a
turn off for my appetite. Even then, I did not miss my breakfast today and
although this same weather-effected unappealing sensation did make me utter
this announcement in front of my family that I would not be seen at the lunch
table today, even then I was found there. Why? You may ask.. Because I cannot
skip my meals. Yes I’m sure it definitely would help you get an excellent idea
about my veracious personality. (Ok, don’t get confused, that was sarcasm!) I’m
also, most certainly, to be seen at the dinner table tonight, gobbling up my
dinner and whining out my weather stricken rant.
My god, it is thermometer-bursting-and-mercury-spilling-out-of-it
HOT!
This is the kind of heat that made
me want to grab a nail polish remover for my black painted toenails as somehow
46 degrees of heat made that black color look extremely displeasing to my eye.
It’s that weather when you want to
follow only one hairdo throughout the season. The bun! And, if you are gifted
with the slightest ability of perception, you must have, most definitely,
understood at once that I’m not talking about the glamorous bun here. This kind
of bun means gathering all of your hair into a super high ponytail and then
doing some twisting and swirling until it forms a bun.
Guys are so lucky. Less hair, less
fuss!! And if they are bald, that’s even more of a blessing for them. No hair,
absolutely no fuss!!
Even the fan above my head isn’t
helping much. It only helps in swishing your dupatta and whirling your hair.
And that pretty much seems to be its purpose.
Basically this is the sort of
weather that drenches you in sweat and you look like a wreck. A
weather-stricken wreck. Or a labor that comes home after a long tiring day
of manual work.
Dad’s getting UPS
installed in our house as the load shedding hours have gone insanely crazy. I
didn’t know what this acronym stood for so I looked up for it on Google. Lesson
of the day! UPS stands for Uninterrupted Power Supply.
This is actually not true, the power
supply does get interrupted when the battery discharges out completely.
I’m living among a misleading throng
of liars.
Oh and by the way, the weather is so
hot that if it were a guy, I would undeniably fall head over heels for him.
