It’s been a hot day. Expected,
for the middle of October. The locals say that the temperature will only start
dropping in November. These days, around noon, it burns.
The road is long, dusty and
straight as a homophobe. Rolling desert land lies on both sides. The sky is a
bright robin blue. Except for one, large grey cloud right above us. And then, right
on cue: drops of water on the windshield.
Desert rain.
We rolled the windows down and drove
through it for five whole minutes. The desert was bathed in the soft fragrance
of petrichor for miles. It gives you a heady feeling – everything’s going to be perfect.
“Damn. This is not good.
Everything’s going to become green again!”
What?
There’s been a late monsoon this
year. It has shifted the crop cycle ahead and left the desert looking... not
very desert-like. It’s already almost as if the desert has a week-old stubble. Most
of it is wild shrubbery and the desert had been drying and consuming them for a
while. But now they’ll return to claim the land.
“How will people feel if they
come to the desert and see that it’s green? Damn!”
Thunder and lightning!
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