
Everybody's jumping around, excited. Spring is here. But not us, the people in Assam. We're all just standing in a row, offering our prayers to Surya, the Sun God, so that he'd be merciful to us this year. If there was a God of humidity, I'm sure we'd offer more prayers to him. Sure, I like the insane April thunder-showers and the power cuts, but what I do not like is the humidity. Sure, I like the gorgeous green baby leaves and the spring flowers, but I do not like the humidity. I just don't like the humidity. Alright, time to stop whining.