I just stepped out on Al Wahda Street, Sharjah, along with my daughter when she commented, “Dad. I will get tanned.”
For a moment, the sight of my 75-year-old dad riding a bicycle in Chennai summer heat flashed before my eyes. Here is a teenager complaining about pleasant, morning sun.
“Do not complain about weather ever. Embrace it. I used to look like a tomato when I was young. Now, maybe, I look like a jaded eggplant. But have you heard me complaining about nature?” I philosophized.
“Oh really?” she replied in a sarcastic tone.
We walked a little ahead when a colleague came along.
“Where are you going?” I asked him.
“Where else? I am going to a mall to chill out in A-C. This summer seems to have started with a vengeance,” he replied.
I avoided looking at my daughter.
“Do not walk too much in open air in this heat. You guys may get tanned.”
That was the last bit of advice I needed from him.