Oh no. This again. On Game of Thrones, the Starks have a saying: “Winter is coming”. In Mumbai, we have a similar saying: “I think those Starks have gotten heat-stroke because they keep babbling about some rubbish season that doesn’t exist. I told them not to go out in the afternoon.” Every year Mumbai gets a nominal cool season in which our temperature drops to “Won’t dehydrate immediately” degrees Celsius. This season lasts for three hours, out of which two are really just us pretending. And then one morning you hear the birds chirping and you throw open your window to find that it’s actually birds screaming as they melt on to the branches they landed on. Because summer is back to claim its throne as demon tormentor of this city.

The Mumbai summer is all about fluids. You must drink a lot of them so you can leak a lot of them. File pic