I now know what
shipperkitten meant. I was woken this morning by a
monumental peal of thunder. I've never in my life heard anything so loud. Pedar says he was in his office, and literally couldn't hear anyone even if they shouted. I was still in bed, and my reflex was to just bury myself under the pillows and never come up again. It's impossible to describe - it sounded like the sky were cracking into two. And then there was more lightning, and more thunder, and I re-buried myself, thinking in that sleepy, not-quite-making-sense way that if the world were ending, I may as well sleep through it.
After that startling beginning, the day got steadily less and less interesting. I've been online for much of it, talking to Dadi for some of it - she's been telling me about my own (weird) childhood. She obviously remembers it much better than I do, as we were in India for quite some time when I was younger. About three months, when I was four or so - I can only vaguely remember it, partly because I was too young and partly because I was horribly ill at the time. I don't know if I actually got malaria, or dysentery, or some such scourge, or it was just my under-developed immune system rioting against the heat and not-so-clean water, but I've conveniently forgotten the whole thing. Dadi has thoroughly enjoyed embarassing me - the funniest story she could remember is one I can't believe I'm about to share with you people, but what the hell. Apparently, after reaching Delhi, I refused to eat. Full stop. I didn't eat a thing for maybe five or six days. But everyone gets hungry sometime. I seem to have decided that the least objectional foodstuff around was fruit, so I single-handedly demolished six bananas in one go, and to make things worse, I apparently decided to do this at two o'clock in the morning.
Things have improved slightly since then. In fact, I may just eat a banana now. It'll make Dadi laugh, in any case. The above paragraph implies we had a normal conversation - we didn't. Every so often, we reach a word for which I definitely do not know the Hindi and she equally definitely does not know the English. In discussing the thunderstorm this morning, we hit a roadblock. She finally got around it by describing "the things in the sky which produce rain" and "the electricity in the aforementioned things in the sky that produce rain."
Rainclouds aside, I'm going out now. Haven't been out all day, so I plan to just got for a walk, and give Pedar the modem. It's not so hot, although, according to
language_idling, our heatwave made international news. They're talking about it in Canada!