I, May

May has always been more than a month for me throughout my life. During school, it was the month for summer holidays and therefore, was easily the most eagerly anticipated 31 days for 12 years of my life. Summer days are longer and the sun would refuse to set, at times till 7 in the evening. That meant more time to play. However, later in life, May came to mean the month that dragged on and on. The month never seemed to end and next month’s salary always seemed very distant. In the Gulf, it drags on even longer.