Lazy Afternoons

A visit to my village in the month of june, all that it offers you is a very short day and a lazy afternoon. Soft whirring of the fan making heavy the eyelids, trying in futile to stay open over a paragraph in a book. With the little ones all wide awake, chattering over games of carrom and chess sending about a crazy cacophony of voices. But with the red and green sherbets making up for the tormenting heat outside. Competing over how many mangoes one can eat, a one..a two..and there's no count how many more. The otherwise chirpy fruit orchard wears a graveyard like eerie mood of it's own in the hot summer noon. With not too many birds in sight, yet you can sometimes spot a dog sulking in the grove hiding from the hot sunlight. While I continue to crib and cry waiting impatiently for the monsoons a sibling in a faraway land keeps fond memories of his Indian summer afternoons.