The late afternoon breeze was a welcoming change after days of sultry onslaught of heat and stillness that suspended all imaginative emotions except for that uncontrollable yearning for ice cold Coca Cola to be poured down my throat. The cool breeze wafted through the warm air like a messenger carrying nostalgic good news from home. A small puddle has gathered on a small depression close to the sidewalk, the water flowing down from the nearby sprinkler quenching the thirst of a big patch of grass colored like summer in a dry yellowness. Slowly the water surface expanded, forming a delicate dark mirror that reflected the cloudless sky that seem so heavy at times. I sat on the grass watching as two sparrows landed nearby the puddle and began drinking from it, though not without their usual cautious manner, taking tiny sip at a time and watching all too alertly for any disturbance or movement. One sparrow took the liberty of submerging its tiny feet in the middle, jumping about after every sip of cold water in a circular motion, creating a small ripple in the otherwise cool darkness. Their taking in of the cool liquid made me realize of my own thirst and hunger. I went into kitchen, took a plate of curry rice -- extra spicy -- and a big glass of ice water, and sat down on a shaded spot on the grass in the front yard, the freshly-cut grass felt cool and prickly against the rump. The confluence of curry and grass and heat and breeze were a combination of rather nice texture to the mind.

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