With the advent of summers begins my endless endeavor to beat the sun at his game, with the odds of modern glass architecture and surrounding concrete treeless landscape running against me. My pupils contract furiously in their firm resolve of not letting the piercing rays . My newspaper doubles-up as a sunblock, getting into every opening and covering every piece of glass in my vicinity to obscure the sun.
Everyday I wait; wait for the drops of respite from the sky to come and wash away the fatigue from my face and fill the open cracked mouth of parched earth!!