The sky is a melancholy Grey. Not because of clouds laden with moisture (that's straight out of my 7th class geography text book) but instead due to a dust storm that's covering the upper echelons of Troposphere. The sun irrespective of how potent and powerful it maybe has not been able to penetrate this layer.
Down below it's a sauna. Those who are in Bombay might be able to relate to this to some extent. Imagine that its been raining over night and then a merciless sun comes out. Only the sun is not out here.
The one thing that I miss the most these days is a cold shower. That morning alarm that send jolts down your spine the moment it touches your hair and face and shakes up your mind and body from a state of weary lethargy and makes you alert and energetic like a tiger who has just sensed the presence of prey. The one moment in a persons day when he is perhaps in the present and the cacophonous rumble in your mind comes to a halt.
The above feeling is restricted to a fraction of a second for me as the water in the shower is always just a little hotter than lukewarm. The kind does not scald and feels pleasant. It might be nice but not quite what I am looking for.
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