February

Its only the middle of February, and its already stifling in these parts. The heat is sufferable, but the humidity, it saps you off your vital forces. It drenches you down. Oh I know, there is an obvious error in syntax above. Yet there are things which can not be expressed in a normal manner, for we have no words to describe them. We just have to do with what we have…….Perhaps it’s again the effect of February, totally enervating even to think up of lucky words to express yourself!

Well, it’s also in February that ennui again sort of sets in. The expectations of starting afresh, taking up new battles, braving old problems with new vigor, being resolute……….. everything slowly disperses in to the tedium of our dull lives. We begin to realize at last that this is no new year, it’s the old year twice, thrice, and umpteen times over.

Oh, don’t worry. I have not turned a pessimist all of a sudden. But this climate sort of hunts you down, clamps you to your baser selves. It does not permit you to fly high.

Well, who needs soar for that matter? What is wrong with what we have at the present moment? Nothing whatsoever! Yet there is something, isn’t there. Some gnawing doubt that something is not right, something should be much better than that there is!

I could be wrong, but am I? What do you think?