khabardar

...   soon  it was  going to be sunset but the blazing sky was not surrendering  , it was  the month of May   some  dare   and usual  very still , no breeze  absolutely  stark eye piercing  heat , it was completely  impossible to breathe normal  in that sizzling air,, it felt tge tongue had dried up   and turned to a piece of leather  and  the throat prickly, summer on its superlative  climax  , wheat was in its last phase of harvest  he was present in his office   carrying out his professional  responsibilities