Friday, July 18, 2014

I arrived there in March, at the start of the hottest season. That summer in the Indian Plain is something which I can never forget, and yet it is something which I find difficult to believe that I ever experienced. I remember a sky like an inverted brass bowl overhead and the earth like an overcooked omelette beneath it.
Eric Newby in Slowly Down the Ganges (1966, London: HarperPress, 2011)

This summer, in Delhi, I have a feeling the omelette is really inedible…

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