The weird weather of Dhaka
The polythene sheet was no match to the wind that howled and threatened to tear anything that comes its way into smithereens
When I left my house in the morning, it was a usual, hot day. However, to my utmost surprise, within the next 30 minutes, the sun became hidden beneath dark grey clouds.
Rain drops the size of quail eggs spattered on the ground and the tiny rickshaw I sat on, trembled and shook.
The polythene sheet was no match to the wind that howled and threatened to tear anything that comes its way into smithereens.
By the time I reached work, my teeth were chattering from cold, I was soaked to the bones and the sky was shimmering blue with no sign of rain at all!
The weather in Dhaka is unpredictable these days. The six seasons hardly exist; it is more like 12 months of extended summer and monsoon.
It plays tricks with you because the day that you forget to take your umbrella is the day when it is going to rain like anything.
Or, the day you wear your favorite pair of white sneakers is the day the roads are going to be splashed with mud.
Winter is but a joke in Dhaka, if you ask me. Throughout December, I sleep with the fans on, but all of a sudden, there is this deceptive cold wave in January.
Just when I put away the heavy jackets and sweaters, the temperature begins to fall!
It seems like the weather in Dhaka goes through many mood swings, just like you and me!
