As she sat there in the golden glow of the sun looking at the summer foliage, small beads of sweat trickled down her flushed face

In the books that I have read from time to time, I have noticed that the summer is many a times written rather poetically. One word that has often been used to describe the weather is 'balming'. Reading books about the balming summer in the south would always bring images of sitting on the porch and drinking lemonades. This world might not seem completely comfortable but it was pretty and nostalgic nonetheless.

Now I am in Chandigarh and it is hot here, hotter than I remember from my earlier years. There is a porch, there is lemonade and it is what they might call balming, but there is nothing fucking poetic about it. So to all the writers who want to write about summer but have clearly never lived through one, here is my tip. If you want your readers to really feel what your characters are supposed to be feeling, next time you write about summer, mention phrases like sweaty clothes, smelly bodies, blotchy skin and never ending wait for the rain (Yes - we wait and hope even if there is not a single cloud in the sky).

And refrain from making your characters touch each other, unless you want it to lead to melting flesh and emergence of zombies. Ok? Ok.