June 13th, 2018

Summer time & the livin’ is…damn tough

It’s been almost a week since I got back to Delhi from a climbing trip in the Himalayas. A week of grinding, remorseless heat and equally remorseless exhaustion, so I’ve flopped indoors most of the time, with just the briefest of sorties out into the heat & dust.

Now, though, energy levels are s-l-o-w-l-y returning to something-like-normal, so off I trotted this morning for the slowest 8km run in the history of the universe.  I think I ran slower than I walked, if that makes any sense.

It was 35C at 5.00 when I got up.

That’s mighty hot – 95F in case you were wondering – and there was none of the usual early-morning-fresh feeling that comes with the dawn, just dust and torpor before the day had even started.

But off I went into the blissfully quiet streets – long live Indian summer school hols, say I.

Other than a young man sprinting down the street in leggings under his shorts AND a long-sleeved T shirt under his short sleeved T shirt AND wearing a beanie – so yes, other than this overdressed, exhaustingly over-energetic youngster, everyone else seemed to be walking in almost slow-motion.

A man was walking his 3 street dogs, all proudly collared-up and on leashes, and as he passed other sleeping street dogs on the way, even they all seemed too tired to bark properly.  Just a few tepid yelps, and they flopped back to sleep.

Even the cows that wander our streets early in the morning seemed to be wandering slower than usual, and the kids in the local park weren’t so much playing cricket as standing around, leaning on their cricket bats, chatting.

Seemingly the only critters with any energy were the peacocks, strutting their stuff to bored females at every turn.

This fab fellow was near the little Hindu temple inside the park, and don’t miss the total indifference of the peahen, who’s more interested in eating, than the shimmery-shammery moves of her beau 😛

When I collapsed back home, it was to a shower, and air-conditioning, and litres of chilled water, but the thought of all the hundreds (probably thousands) of people in Delhi who have to work outdoors in this heat, is sobering.  They don’t choose to go out, the way I did.  They have to work in this dreadful heat.  It makes you want to weep.

So one does whatever little one can.

Water in the clay cooler we have outside our house, on the street, for anyone who needs a drink.

Chilled bottles of water in the car, to give out to beggars at traffic lights.

Water bowls on every balcony for the birds and squirrels.

Not much in this searing heat, I agree, but one does whatever little one can…

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