The Indian sun is like no other. Nowhere else in the world have I experienced the enormous burning ball of fire quite simply as this. Not in the arid deserts of Australia, not in the humid depths of Cambodia.
It blazes with a ferocious intensity that feels as if it's scorching your soul. You wilt, you start to fade.
It demands respect, it demands cover, it's relentless. You have to escape.
But there is no escape; only slight relief when a cloud fleetingly passes, never escape.
This is the Indian sun from daybreak until nightfall. Even after dark you feel the heat left, soaked into the dry, parched landscape, radiating back.
A few hours of recovery time and then it's back, burning brighter, stronger, fiercer than the day before. And so it goes on.