These days Chennai has been scorching and sizzling, with temperatures hovering around 40°C and the "feels like" temperature touching 45°C. At such temperatures, even stepping out of the house feels like volunteering for a tandoor experiment. Unsurprisingly, very few residents of Ashiana Shubham venture out at around 4 p.m. in the evenings.Yet, almost like clockwork, I get ready every day to walk to the tea kadai and spend some time with regulars such as Doctor, Senthil and Sundararajan at our favorite bench. Whether the sun is blazing mercilessly or the clouds are threatening to flood the city, my attendance at the tea bench remains remarkably consistent.
For the last three or four days, there have been repeated predictions of rain. Every time dark clouds gathered, we confidently declared that rain was imminent. Unfortunately, the clouds seemed to be following the modern trend of making promises and not keeping them. They arrived, posed dramatically for photographs, and quietly disappeared without delivering a single drop of rain.The relentless heat is beginning to show everywhere. Even the flowers in our gardens appear tired and exhausted. The Ashanti Blood (Red Flag) bush, which usually stands proudly in full bloom, now looks as though it too is waiting impatiently for the weather forecast to come true.
Today was also a special day for us personally—it was our 43rd Wedding Anniversary. We were married on 6th June 1983. Looking back, our married life has been something of a roller-coaster ride, though at our age we would probably prefer a slow-moving battery-operated vehicle with good suspension! There have been ups and downs, challenges and happy moments, but together we have managed the journey reasonably well and ensured that the family was looked after.
Normally, our daughters take charge of the celebrations and make sure the day does not pass unnoticed. Since they are not around this year, there were no cakes, decorations or grand events. We simply exchanged wishes with each other and carried on with the day.After forty-three years of marriage, perhaps that is celebration enough. We no longer need elaborate surprises. The fact that we can still sit together, remember the journey, and occasionally tease each other about tea kadai attendance records is itself a blessing worth celebrating.
As for tomorrow and days to follow, unless the temperature reaches the surface temperature of the sun, I fully intend to report for duty at the tea bench at 4 p.m. sharp!





