Today it rains, so unlike the summer of 2011 with its blistering heat and lack of moisture. Wet earth will make this year’s heat easier to endure. I think.
My job wants to send me to India on short notice. I’ve never been and I’ve always wanted to go. So this is exciting news. I want to stay there for a month and travel to Ayemenem and float across its river, the one that drove the story in “God of Small Things”.
May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air.
It was raining when Rahel came back to Ayemenem. Slanting silver ropes slammed into loose earth, plowing it up like gunfire. The old house on the hill wore its steep, gabled roof pulled over its ears like a low hat.
But such journeys are fantasy. I will go for a week, work on automation testing, and fly home. The flight will be long, I’ll probably get sick along the way. I will post hundreds of pictures afterwards.
This provided I get my passport renewed in time (it expired just last week!) and provided the company actually approves the trip.
picture credit: thetravelworld.com