I’m just writing this after half a day without the generators at LAMB working for some of the compound. This is never pleasant but it is particularly hard at this time of the year.
Just at a time when my friends back in the UK are busy posting about how ‘Autumn’ seems to have kicked in already as the ‘Autumn Term’ for schools begin, here in Bangladesh, we’re experiencing the hottest part of the year. It ties with the April time which is also the hottest, but there the heat is a much drier one and comes as relief after the damp and dismal winter weeks a couple of months earlier.
Once the rains begin in the May time, the temperature cools and, whilst it is still much hotter than most of the world experiences, it is nevertheless bearable because these rains come regularly and cool everything down.
But then comes the Monsoon season which we’re still in now. When the rains come down, they really come down and they do, indeed, cool things down. But you have to wait for them and that, as they say, is the real killer.
Because, you see, the monsoon rains often take days or even weeks to finally arrive and during that time the temperature and the humidity both rise every day. In the end you believe it cannot possibly get any hotter.
But it does.
Believe me, when the monsoon rains finally fall, you are so grateful you thank a deity even if you didn’t believe in one previously.
So, in my hot and sweaty bedroom-cum-study-cum-music room, I sat this morning looking out of the the window at the green fields just waiting to be harvested and wondered when we would finally get rain. We so desperately need it. It really is incredibly hot.
And then, the power came back on.
Suddenly, we had fans, light and even our A/C units all available and all was well with the world. Well…it was still impossibly hot outside and if you did have the A/C on stepping out of the room was like stepping into a sauna: But it was still considerably better than the former situation.
Still, now it is September and, by the end of this month it all should begin calming down. I hope so, because it really is not nice currently. My mind turned to the poor (literally poor) farmers still having to work in this and do so every day. I don’t know how Bangladeshis do it. They have to, I suppose.
I’m just glad I don’t.