The weatherman had promised us some little rain for today, or rather, tonight. That raised my hopes considerably – disproportionate in comparison to the weatherman’s promises – for a cool night’s rest. When I went out to check the sky for signs of rain though, I found it’s dark velvety surface studded with bright, twinkling, stars. That was that, then. No rain tonight. It was back to sweating and cursing.
Strangely enough, it is only me doing the sweating and cursing, along with some sleepless tossing and turning and getting entangled in sheets. Some nights I sit up in frustration unable to bear the touch of the mattress even, and watch the L&M sleep like a baby. The heat does not seem to get to the man. I envy him.
There was a time when we were both younger when he used to complain vociferously about the heat. I would look at him not understanding what all the fuss was about. Yes, it was a bit warm alright, but so what? I’d turn on my side, curl up and go back to sleep. And now miraculously we seem to have swapped places. I do the complaining and he sleeps, though not curled up.
Such is life, I guess. Just when you think you have it all figured out it turns around and says, ‘Gotcha there dumbo!’ and then you are forced to go back and figure things out all over again. One thing is for sure. Since I hadn’t much time on my hands to write today, I made up this post about nothing much in particular. 😉
© Shail Mohan 2019