The beaming sun rays make their hasty entry into her room every morning. The swooshing of the curtains disturbs her long-drawn out sleep but she can’t do anything to put an end to this uncanny noise. It’s 12 in the morning… Yes! It’s morning for her and afternoon for the rest of the world and she is still lazily moving in her bed, pondering over the fact whether she should shed her slumber driven activities or take the plunge out of the bed and wake up. The A/C in her room is making her do all the moves in her teeny-weeny little bed. She likes the chilled breeze that it produces. After all it’s summer time. The creatures of the earth are parched till their throats go dry and this nippy air is making her do all the sleazy moves. Everyone is not endowed with this luxury, so why shouldn’t see enjoy? The summers anyway make life hell for every creature. She hates nature for creating a season called SUMMER. What’s the use of such a season, she ponders sometimes, when she is not sleeping!!! Like a typical Bollywood flick, she imagines herself to be the protagonist, the little darling of the entire house, dancing away to glory, with cool wind swishing past her face, her hair flowing like an unending river and her skin stimulated with the mere touch of air. Her imagination takes a wild turn, when she accidentally, bumps into her alarm clock, lying next to her bed, breaking it into tiny pieces. The alarm clock played spoil sport and its shrilling noise shook the entire household. The A/C got switched off and it was back to the grind for her. 
It was boiling hot outside in the garden. Her punishment was to tend the entire garden and make it presentable for the guests, supposed to arrive in the evening. Gardening, at 2 in a June afternoon is like a nightmare but she deserved this for her wayward behavior. Perspiring and respiring, she began her work with ‘that look’ on her face. “Aargh!!!” that’s her first response the moment she picked up the hedge trimmer. Burning hot. It seemed as if she had touched the Mars with her tiny fragile hands. Like a malnourished laborer, she sluggishly made her way towards the plants. Little by little, she started trimming them. Cut her hands in between. Cried a little. Suddenly, she began eyeing the sun. It was way too bright for her to focus but she did not give up. The sun was beating down on her very heavily. The rays of the solar planet were slowly penetrating each and every creature of the planet, including the plants. Then she began to wonder, to humans, the sun produces tan in summer, but for the plants it gives them life throughout. Summer is pathetic for humans, but for plants it is still very essential. Even though they shrivel and wither in the summer then it’s not because of the sun but due to the inhuman treatment by so-called humans! There was a flicker of smile and apathy on her childish face. She watered the plants, cut them to the prefect length, winked at the sun and wiped the beads of sweat that had collected on her forehead. At the end of the day, she wasn’t complaining. She knew. She had done a good deed this SUMMER!!!
Summer is what we make out of it. . . Summers are not bad. . .Love every season that nature bestows on you… and make sure you give nature back something every season… Treat nature well and nature will treat you well. Cheers!!!
PS- This is my entry for the SUMMER HEAT contest for BLoggeratti. . .One of the famous and popular communities on Orkut. . . hehehe!!! :)
