It was a summer that sent the dizzy pulse of fever into the sky,
in which even rules and laws that usually stood straight and
purposeful grew limp, like plants exposed to the afternoon
sun and grow weak. The heat softened and spread the roads into
sticky pools of pitch and melted the grease in the Brigadier's
mustache so that it drooped and uncurled, casting shadows
on his fine, crisp presence. The bees flew drunk on nectar
that turned alcoholic...
from: Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard
by: Aran Desai
We next celebrated the 4th of July!! First by going bowling!! Once again..dear Jenna is the party planner and instigator of all good times!!