The races at my daughter's school sports day were never delayed for heat, even when the tar melted near the cycle stand. They would simply shift the potato race to the shade of the neem tree. You see, in our small town, the true measure of heat is when the headmaster himself brings his stool to sit under my shop's fan, saying, "Enough, baapu, even the children's enthusiasm is sweating today.
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