april is the cruellest month

More people should be reading Lilacs Out of the Dead Land by modernsaints (House/Cameron/Cuddy). It's Cuddy as you've never seen her - the summary says it all: "Cuddy's job is, essentially, to manipulate. And she's very, very good at that - especially when it's the only way to get what she wants." The threesome dynamic is well done and disturbing, as is the entire story.

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Swatkat: (gloomy) There's a cuckoo.
D.: (gloomy) A cuckoo? Now?
S.: Well, it *is* just April...
D.: That bird is just trying aestheticize and legitimize this disgusting heat by creating an *impression* of spring, isn't it?

It's 2nd April, and already it's so hot I want to crawl into a refrigerator and never come out again. Or quite possibly, go home. It's not as if it *isn't* hot back home, but there you don't have this dry heat - this *blinding* sunshine and dust all over. Delhi is absolutely beautiful in summer, the campus even more so, with the trees flowering and growing new leaves and shedding, all at the same time, as if they can't quite decide what to do at a time like this. The nights are still pleasant and breezy (if you don't count the mosquitos), and if you're out for too long (as I frequently am), you might even require a shawl. But daytime is unbearable, especially when you just can't avoid going out in the sun. I'm telling myself that I won't be here for the worst of it (May. June. Most of July), but it's just paltry consolation. It's hot. And it just keeps getting hotter everyday.