Volume 2, Issue 7: Heat

On a hot day some strange kinship

Sunil Sharma

The heat is killing me.

Inside the car, the heat of early May does not cause much discomfiture; as it does outside, on the road near a busy railroad station, in the central suburb of Mumbai, on a working day, full of twists.

Wait at the bus stop!

The WhatsApp command that you ignore at your own peril.

Have to wait.

The mid-day traffic horrible. No room for pedestrians. Usual honking and strays. Drivers jump and overtake madly.

The heat of a coastal city. Humidity turns it into a ruthless killer.

A dusty wind hits—bees stinging!

What the hell!

The enforced wait. 

Watches the scene, otherwise a daily blur, in a car drive. The mélange of cars, bikes, auto rickshaws and buses, unregulated, chaotic. The City never stops—rain or sun shine.

He glances at the watch and curses.

The local train has got late. 

The heat intensifies further.

Cannot take it any longer, direct exposure to the fierce sun. I might faint or get dehydrated or get a stroke.

Who cares?

The cap does not protect.

Any shade nearby? 

None, as expected. They never plant trees here, only uproot for widening. 

Few minutes at the roofless bus stop and it is hell—roasted alive. 

The tar has melted under the 44 degrees. The heat from the surface, unbearable; it singes the skin.

The high temperature prompts him to see certain things he never saw during car-commute.

The other side of the heat and working city

A stunted tree!

The lucky survivor! 

It offers a welcoming shade.

Big relief!

He cannot name it but he realizes its silent value.

Trees chopped down. Concretization. Rapid urbanization. Garbage. Choked rivers—recipe for disasters.

The dusty tree acts as a frayed umbrella.

He looks up and nods.

For a second, he thinks he saw it nodding back as a buddy!

The searing wind refreshes!

Adjusting the goggles, he looks around as a flaneur…and discovers an old manselling cucumbers few feet away.

On a small, hand-driven cart, the cucumbers are neatly arranged and sprinkled with bucket- water by the seller—lean, short, head covered in a polythene bag. The assorted goods tempt—green, fresh, cheap. 

The heat does not bother this man

Strange!

The old peddler is at the intersection, where traffic is maximum—pedestrian and vehicular. Few workers give orders. The old man becomes animated, hands move fast, sprinkle salt and lemon on the cut pieces of the long cucumbers, and then placed lovingly on newspaper pages, as wraps for the hungry mouths.

Customers gone, the old seller assumes the earlier pose—upright, stock-still, one arm stretched over the goodies, a frozen statue.

His grit, demeanor and stoicism, impressive.

He beats the sun!

The street dog!

Strays repel.

He wants to shoo off the mongrel but somehow, stops.

Looks into the brown eyes set in a sunken body. He smiled and dog wagged its tail.

Both stood there under a smiling tree…


Bio

Sunil Sharma, an academic and author-freelance journalist from the suburban Mumbai, India. He has published 19 books so far, some solo and joint. 

He edits Setu:

http://www.setumag.com/p/setu-home.html

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  1. happy to see my name by the side of master storytellers across the globe. thank you Sunil Sharma for encouraging us .grateful to the editor of this beautiful flash magzine for my inclusion.

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