A hot summer day Essay : It was the month of June. It was sultry hot. The sun was shining very brightly. It was right over the head. It seemed as it was raining fire. It was emitting flames and balls of fire. It was extremely hot. The day was totally unbearable. The creatures were gasping for breath. The house was burning with heat. The electricity had tripped. The fans had stopped. Now to remain in the house was quite intolerable. The hand fan was equally ineffective. The air was too fiery to give any relief. This situation compelled me to go outside in the open. I went to the nearby Gardens in search of a cool breeze. But I was badly mistaken. There not even a leaf was moving. The earth itself was as hot as oven. The grass and tender leaves of tiny plants were all parched. Birds and animals were breathless.
A hot summer day Essay for class 5, 6, 7, 8
It was the month of June. It was sultry hot. The sun was
shining very brightly. It was right over the head. It seemed as it was raining
fire. It was emitting flames and balls of fire. It was extremely hot. The day
was totally unbearable. The creatures were gasping for breath. The house was
burning with heat. The electricity had tripped. The fans had stopped. Now to
remain in the house was quite intolerable. The hand fan was equally
ineffective. The air was too fiery to give any relief. This situation compelled
me to go outside in the open.
I went to the nearby Gardens in search of a cool
breeze. But I was badly mistaken. There not even a leaf was moving. The earth
itself was as hot as oven. The grass and tender leaves of tiny plants were all
parched. Birds and animals were breathless. The street dogs were rolling in the
slushy (muddy) pond nearby. Many a cattle was wandering aimlessly for a shady
place. But it was the only thing which was not available anywhere. There was
excessive heat on all sides. Even the shade of the trees was respiteless. I
went to the nook and corner of the garden but there was no rest anywhere at
all. I became greatly restless and feverish. Then I returned home. I felt my
pulse. My body was burning. I was sick.
On reaching home, I fell ill due to heat-stroke. I was
confined to bed. My temperature rose to 104 degree. The doctor was called in.
He checked me thoroughly. He assured my parents that it was nothing but a
simple sunstroke. He prescribed a few medicines and a bandage soaked in
ice-cold water. This bandage was to be applied again and again on my forehead. It
would soothe me. It would help decrease my temperature considerably. I got
medicines, I took rest in my bed. The bandage was applied time and again. I
felt soothed. My mother was greatly worried about me. She said again and again
that her son, who was hearty an hour ago, was now a patient, confined to bed
with high temperature. But when she helped me with a hand fan and ice-cold
bandage, she herself felt re-assured. My fever came down suddenly to the relief
of my parents. They became happy. I also became relieved of the restlessness
which I had been feeling greatly by now. Thanks Lord I was well and on my feet
again by the evening. Then the electric fans and cooler began to work. As by
then the line to our house from the electric pole was rectified. The pressure
of heat decreased. The cool breeze followed. And every thing was o.k.
But when I was lying in my bed, my ideas ran to scrutinize
the cycle of seasons-whether it was winter or summer. Both the seasons are
equally nasty and bad for a poor man. In a hot summer, the poor fellow had no
rest. He has to work hard in order to meet his ever day’s needs. It is very
difficult to make both ends meet gracefully and leisurely. He works always
under a scorching heat. His lot is really very hard. Again, if it is winter, he
is an easy prey to a biting cold. He has to face chilly winds. He has no warm
clothes to cover his body. With bare hands and feet, the poor fellow has to put
in hard labour. Mostly he falls ill. His body is naked. His stomach is empty
and hungry. But he has to work in such an unpleasant weather. He knows no rest.
His lot is very pitable. Either season is not favourable to him.
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