Its here, the great white angry heat, and the melons have appeared and the raw mangos. Early mornings bring ecstactic birds, there is enough to eat, and the dogs roam in packs lazily looking for food and water. The cats have camaflouged into the bushes, and the peacocks shreik every morning, dropping leaves from the trees in a rustle of wings and morning ardour.
White heat, white light, and then, just that momentary cooling abstraction of a morning drizzle to make everyone hope for a future. Still the cucumbers and the okra are here, and we will go back to making aam panna (boiled raw mangos pulped with sugar, rock salt and coriander leaves) to bring the heat down.