Fans

I like the sound of the fan

Hot humid day

Late in the evening

Even through the night

My grandmother would be unwinding

My grandfather the same or already asleep

The hot humid air of India would fill our home

Through the windows which were always open

There was never much insolation, no need for it

There was just the sound of the fans

My little world was still

The quiet quacks and calls of the distant life outside the walls

It was all simply ambiance

Just to serve the fans

I sit or lay awake

I would listen to the fans

Just a nice hum, a nice breeze

All was still as it ought to be

Life was perfect like a hot humid breeze

I still listen to the fans

Because I like the sound of it