I have been chided by my nearest and dearest for not having blogged in aeons.  (Thanks Hari).

I have no excuse whatsoever for the long silence.

No excuse at all.

We have been travelling, but that’s no excuse, now, is it, with all that easy free wifi available in so many places?

The strange thing about travelling outside India is that even though one gets the news, there is an obvious gap in reaction and intimacy to the issues at hand, which makes it all that more difficult to be fully engaged and earnest about bloggi….no, you’re absolutely right.  That’s all hogwash.

I stand guilty as charged.

Haven’t been blogging. Sorry.

But now we’re back from our amazing trip to Sri Lanka (for a friend’s 70th), followed immediately by an equally amazing trip to Rome and Venice (for a family wedding), and I must pick up the blogging reins.

And since one of the main events in the 2 weeks we were away in Italy seems to be the heat wave, let’s start there, shall we.

Eish, but it’s hot.

Driving in from Delhi airport on Sunday, all the grass verges were dry and looked burned to a crisp.  And yet just 2 weeks earlier, when we’d driven out to the airport, everything was green.  I walked the dogs at the polo club yesterday morning, 2 weeks to the day since our last walk.  Same scenario.  At 7am, the forest looked dry and dusty and exhausted, & the dog’s fave muddy pond had shrunk to a fraction of its former size.

All in two weeks.

It’s been 40C/41C since we returned, down from the highs of 44C over the weekend. (Hey, all you Fahrenheit-walas out there, do you KNOW what 44C is?! It’s 111.2 Fahrenheit, that’s what…)

To put things in context, right now, at 9.30 am, it’s 32C/89.6F.

Yup.

Hot.

AND it’s only mid April.  May is when it gets really hot here, God help us.

I don’t actually mind the heat, to be honest, much preferring it to the cold, but I am speaking from a position of huge privilege.  As in we have electricity.  And water.  Basics that are not granted to so many people in India.

We are very careful about our water usage, but by and large we are fine. There is enough water to cook, to shower, to rinse down the dogs after a dusty walk, to water the flowers on the balcony, and to put drinking bowls out for the birds.  Not a drop is ever wasted, but we have water.

The promised rain that was going to bring down our searing temperatures has not materialised – this is not to be confused with the monsoons, which are weeks & weeks away – and so we must swelter.

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But there are parts of the country that have no water. Literally.  As in no water.

Parts of Maharashtra, the state that is home to Mumbai and some of the richest people in the country, are in a desperate situation.

As in dangerously desperate:

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In Delhi, at least we have water.  Not much, but we do have some.

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