That’s what I have with Summer. A love-hate relationship.
The heat makes me want to hibernate in my freezer only to miss the Sun again and tiptoe out into the sunshine to be dazzled by the rainbow that my city is.
My head is in the clouds, even as the Sun scorches, because I’m afraid I’ll miss sights like these.
Bangalore, in bloom, is a sight to behold. I often stop in my tracks to marvel at Nature’s hues. Passers-by may find it strange, sometimes hilarious, but I’m too busy looking elsewhere to care.
I know these colours will fade as the flowers fall when they’ve served their time.
And I’ll miss them till next Summer when I complain about the heat and gloat about the colours. If this is not a love-hate relationship, what is?