Lily was enjoying the cooler weather. It had been a scorcher of a summer. She had looked forward to the cool breeze of winter for a long time now.
She had spent the day cleaning her house with the last bit of warm weather. It was a good choice because as soon as darkness began to close in on the day, a gentle breeze brought a refreshing crispness to the air.
Her husband had already gone to bed. She was sitting in the soft, cushy chair by the window while looking at the stars that had begun to peek out. All was right with the world.
Suddenly an oppressive heat hit her. "What is this?" Lily wondered to herself. Any hope of winter seemed to have been erased from the air. It was almost unbearable. As it began to increasingly heat up to what felt like the middle of summer, Lily became alarmed.
She stepped outside to see if it gave her any clues. As she gazed into the distance, an enormous gust of wind nearly blew her over. It began to pour rain like the heavens themselves had opened.
Lily was now becoming terrified.
She sprinted inside, grabbed a towel and began to dry out her hair while she ran towards her husband who was unsurprisingly still sleeping. "Hugo! Hugo! Wake up!"
It seemed like the sun itself had heard her. The darkness disappeared and the sun was suddenly in the sky. Hugo stirred. He turned to see Lily standing in the door with her mouth open.
"What is it? Oh, am I late for work? How did I sleep in so late? Lily, are you okay?"
Lily just stood in the doorway. "You...what...weather...sun..."
"Lily, what happened? Are you okay? Why is it so hot outside?"
Suddenly, the sun disappeared. The moon was back in the sky. It was like nothing had ever had happened.
Lily was still silent and Hugo was way more confused than ever.
In another part of the world, Ravana was pining over Sita. His frustration was driving the seasons back and forth and causing confusion among every resident of the earth.
Author's Note: In the
original story, Ravana, who is the lord of the demons, essentially throws a
temper tantrum when he realizes he does not have Sita as his own wife. He
does not like it when the weather was cold and he hated when it was warm. He
wanted it to be daytime and then he wanted it to be night again. A monsoon even
arrived in the tumultuous changing weather patterns. Personally, I thought it
was hilarious and unexpected change in the pattern of the story. It definitely added
a comedic note to the story where it was getting kind of serious. I was trying
to imagine what someone would have thought to see these drastic changes occurring.
In order to communicate that confusion and utter chaos, I wanted to write about
what someone was going through somewhere else while these seasons were switching
back and forth. I hope the reader can feel how strange it must have been while Ravana
threw a fit. It definitely made me laugh while I wrote the retelling of these
few paragraphs. The original story is from R. K. Narayan's
The
Ramayana: A Shortened Modern Prose Version of the Indian Epic (2006)