Samit Sharma
Published June 3, 2016
It’s still hot.
That’s the first thing I said when I stepped out of Bombay airport this Wednesday evening (minus the cuss verb between still and hot). It was 9 o’clock but it was 33 degrees out with 80 percent humidity. After ten days of vacation in cool temperate lower Himalayas, my home town greeted me with a hot sticky slap to the face.
Humid weather always feels like a low blow. It’s not hot, it’s not cool. It’s just sweaty and annoying. Bombay doesn’t have the greatest of climates, and except the 30 odd cool winter days we get, we’re steamed momos. Of course, all resident Mumbaikars have gotten used to the weather. No harm in obsessively writing about it either.
You got a week or so before the monsoon winds unleash their wet fury. That week is the best time of the years to buy and eat fruits. You can stock up on mangoes before inferior varieties take over. You have litchis and cherries and plums from north India (that I personally saw being harvested a few days ago) along peaches which I personally find meh.
Also meh is Snap chat and any news that comes off of Snap chat. See, Snap chat is stupid. In fact, anything that that happens because of Snap chat is absolutely, positively pointless and deserves no further arguments.
You have a good day.
Tis, mate was the Weekly Email Blast, email 63. Happy holidays !!!
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