It's that time of the year.When we can never stop talking about the weather. Even though it is our favorite topic of discussion during most times; now it occupies a special place of importance.
I think its mostly due to the shock of the monsoon sweeping in after the glorious days of summer. We can't get quite used to being shoved off so abruptly from the top slot on the list of Places-to-Bask-in-During-this-Hot-Summer. And our smugness over living in beautiful Ooty gives place to 'Is this the right place to live in after all? - God, show us a little mercy. And throw some sunshine in. While you are at it, cut that wind a little.'
Just when we'd finally gathered the courage to discard our sweaters - only in April do Ootyites get that much courage - we are back to being bundled in two or three layers and socks. And battling gamely with damp shoes,umbrellas and drips down the neck while we make shopping trips to the market as short as possible.
view from my window
One way to battle the cold is to bring the flowers in.. they are all drooping anyway. These are my home grown gladioli... easiest to grow and most glamorous.
Bright spots in a cold world.