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