Mansi

Every morning I wake up to chase after the sun. Each week I set my alarm fifteen minutes ahead the previous week's time and to no avail. Each morning, as I drive down to the park, the sun is up and smiling. After that brief encounter, it's then retreat all the way back. Out come the shades, the hats, the blinds, the shorts and t-shirts: Anything to get the sun to back off.
Summers in Delhi are as grueling as the winters and it's a serious job for the sensible Delhite.