..is not a nice feeling. I know, I know, all ye living in climes where the sun is a luxury will want to take out a well heeled shoe and chuck it in my general direction. For which I will duck right now. And re emerge to reiterate my statement.
Yes, I hate the sun. Give the sun two months of summer, and it makes me brown as a cocoa seed. No, was never blessed with a glowing clear complexion to start with. At any given point, there are twin armies of pimples waging war on either side of my face, with some migrating to higher climes like the forehead, optimistic of more space to spread. Summer makes it worse. And now, with the wonderful full West facing new home, with full glass french windows in every room, we’re baking to brick every afternoon. Even with the curtains and the shades drawn. Anyone who sees us, the members of the family, these days has a topic to open the conversation with, which generally revolves around how dark we’ve all become and how we should use haldi and malai and besan to clear the melanin on overdrive. To which I chortle inwardly at the vision of macho man husband sitting on tiny bathstool and doing the haldi malai besan uptan routine everyday.
Have got down to putting sunblock on my skin even if I am going to be at home. It doesnt work though. Now I know the truth of the maxim, beware of what you want, you might get it. This in view of the fact, that I always lusted after open to the sea homes. After polishing the brassware one gadzillion times and then throwing my hands up and letting them rust into green oxidation, I know now the perils of such a home. The brassware will now get packed away into the loft, and options for decorating the said premises will sought. Wood I think, and porcelain, will not react with the sea air and remain pristine. I hope. When the skin is mottling into an unsightly brown, what guarantee of the poor artefact staying unaffected.
Right now, apart from sitting in the house ducked under an umbrella and slathering on the sunblock, my options are limited. a) I can sit the entire day in the bathroom, which is east facing. b) I can go brown with pride, and see my skin burn to a crisp (I must insert here, that I have no issues with the brown as much as I have with the burnt up look which adds on the wrinkles) or c) I can have chiks installed on every balcony. Point c seems to be the most logical answer considering that the double layers of thick curtains we have are doing nothing to keep those really angry sunrays at bay. Or failing all these, can walk around in the house holding an umbrella open all day.
In the meanwhile, apart from haldi, malai, besan, is there a shorter and quicker route to get rid of this patchy tan? Or do I just put up deck chairs on the balconies and baste myself to chocolate brown? And then wear silver and gold and call this the beach goddess look? On me, twill look like the traffic signal bhikari look.