THANK. GOD. It was starting to get too hot...even for me. Interesting side note, the Hindi word for snow is "barf." It's pronounced "bar-af" but still. Usually I would agree to with "barf" as in vomit. I hate to be cold. Summer in India knows nothing of cold. The lows at night are above 90 for christ sake.
The monsoon has started and it's much cooler. The highs are now around 90...what is a relief. Melodrama aside, it really does feel like your melting. I'll spare ya the details. The monsoon isn't what I expected though. It's just rain in Delhi...not like a hard, river that will take our your house, downpour that I expected. It has only rained during the night too...like it knows when it's most convenient to rain or something. I have no problem jumping puddles on my way to the gym if it means cooler days!
The picture above is of me trying to find relief from the heat. The AC at work had been out for two full days and the AC at home for one day and one night. a night without AC felt like the fire pits of hell. So I put on my loosest clothes and gave the marble floors a little lovin'...snuggled with the marble.
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