A Hot summer day in Kolkata

It was a hot summer day.
The heat
had made the air so lazy
That it refused to to budge
from the nook and crevices,
where it lay in a state of immobile stupour.
The dog, his lolling tongue
And heaving belly
Was exemplyfying the intent of the heat.
Only this man,
At the roadside tube-well,
Moved with vigour.
Water, that elixir of life
Was on offer on the pavement
Free of cost.
He poured it over his head and body,
In large measures.
As the water cooled his body
And mind
And washed off all the accumulated
Dust, dirt and grime,
He smiled,
Contentment personified.

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Author: gdutta17

Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com.

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