First Showers

It rained last night. Arriving stealthily, like a robber in the middle of night, it left several clues to its presence in the morning. The air was cool and there were moist patches on the road, quickly drying up as the sun climbed the eastern sky. My husband, lucky devil, had heard the rain falling at night. I missed it and only knew it had rained when he told me.

It’s much better walking out at 6:15 am than at 7 am. It is twice as hot, the later you go out and 8 am would have been nothing but torture.

Torture was doing the assignment I’d promised to hand in by end of Sunday. After a lunch of Hyderabadi Chicken, while my husband had a three-hour siesta, I was hammering away at my computer. I hate having to work weekends, weekdays is more or less expected but weekends was a bit much. And I have a sneaking suspicion that there’s more waiting for me in the wings.

I missed going to the library. I haven’t been there for a long time. Had bought two books which had to be finished before I could go and get new books so there wasn’t any time to visit the library. I haven’t even finished one of the two books I’d borrowed; don’t think I want to either. Am currently in the middle of ‘Snow’ by Orhan Pamuk. I missed reading it over the weekend and falling asleep with it in my arms, dreaming of a snow-filled small town of Kars and a man in a black coat.

Sunday was a missed opportunity and Monday seems to have arrived too soon.