Baked

Summers this year arrived with a vengeance..In full anger as if desiring to blaze everything that comes in its way..I always hated summers.Everything seems so dry and passionless.Trees loose their green lustre, the lush green grass of winter converts into hay.

The same happens to us, sweating all the time,totally dehydrated,we look like a dry tree with all the leaves shredded,at least i do.I feel baked.

Come summers and we are flooded with ads on television selling so many methods to beat the heat.Magazines and news papers with columns dedicated to how to be chilled and look cool in the sweltering heat. For years i have been trying different talcs, anticipating, that one of them may turn the trickling ,sticky sweat into ice flakes and flowers would be showered from above.Or have been trying various shampoos to regain the lost lustre of my hair, swallowed by the perspiration.But all in vain.No amount of toner,cucumber juice ,or rose water, can stop my open pores from  gaping at others.Oh how i hate this heat.
In the midst of this beauty chaos of mine,to add to my woes,i find friends and strangers around,who look as cool as a glacier in this volcanic heat. With silky smooth open here,intact makeup,dressed in cool chiffons or chic cotton.I stare unashamedly at them,wondering, if they would share their secret with me.I do not dare to ask . I just take solace for a while, in my airconditioned room, bracing myself to face the combat with the kitchen and other chores,with my lusterless hair tied in a tight top bun and the useless talc dabbed generously all over me.
But i have enough weapons to combat this heat,the classic aam panna,various sherbets,and, above all a chilled frothy beer, with whom, i toss away my worries about my outward beauty, and enjoy the inner bliss with a chilling frosty beer can.