Indian summer sucks. Unless and until you're a migratory bird with the mission to spread your wings (and seeds). If you're a human with limbs and stay in a oven-like city called Mumbai, you have my sympathies. But at the same time, i take delight in the assumption that maybe this is what hell is all about. 35+ degree Celsius. Air as thick as public sense. Dust filling us up instead of mirth. Epic setting.
Happy season ahead.