It was boiling hot here in Toronto last week. No, seriously! It really was! No one outside Canada ever believes how hot it can get here. But it was like a sauna out there. In fact Wednesday’s temperatures broke some record set in 1949. The weather people even issued a humidex alert and the city of Toronto opened a few air conditioned centers for weary folks to cool down when it got just too hot to be outdoors. Again, I kid you not! And lest you think this is the desi-living-in-phoren syndrome where the NRIs complain of the heat and dust, let me assure you, it isn’t. Even my cousin, who is a pakka Bambaiyya and has come to Michigan (a measly 350 kms from here) for a month, expressed shock at how hot it was.
Now the heat doesn’t affect me so much, since I am sitting at home these days, hunting for a job and waiting like a good little wife for her husband to come home. But when he gets home, he turns the house upside down cribbing about the heat, cranking up the cooling and turning on fans full blast. And this on normal days when it isn’t even that hot. So when the heat wave set in last week, I thought I’d have something cool and spiffy waiting for him when he’d step in. Continue reading