There's a blanket of heat over Bengal these days. After overwhelming temperature throughout the day, the evening blows some breeze and then comes a strong gust of wind, smelling of soil, promising rain. It does swipe away the heat for the night.
But it never rains. It's always the wind- momentarily calming us down with plenty of promises, never fulfilling it. And we, we fall into it's mesmerizing rant of possibilities everytime. Opening windows ajar, hoping this one is real. But the cool isn't as permanent as a shower would have made, the heat comes back the next day.
The wind knows how to do business with us, fools.
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