Summer is in full swing now. We have had a few days when the temperatures hit the mid-nineties. You get out of the air-conditioning and a wave of heat hits you. At first it was a bit uncomfortable but after a few days I started to enjoy it. I tried to imagine that I was walking in Chennai or Coimbatore, back home in India. After all, this is what summer is about. Lasts for a few weeks in July and after that the heat slowly tapers off. One has to bask in the bright sun, enjoy the freedom to walk in very light clothes or no shirt at all, and relax with a cool drink under the shade of a sheltering tree.
When we first moved to Coimbatore from Ernakulam – I was eight years old at that time – my father used to remind us that Coimbatore is “the poor man’s Ooty.” Ooty or Udhagamandalam as it is called now is a hill station in the Nilagiri mountains with many summer retreats build by the British. Coimbatore is in the foothills of the Nilagiris, at the southern tip of the Deccan plateau.
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