Unlike Kiran, I dislike detest winters. When I say winter, I mean real winter, not the fake one Bombay gets each year. Not that the fake winter deters overcautious parents in the city from covering their children up in woolen caps and pullovers, which, if you ask me, makes for a very amusing sight. I have never liked winter. In the 20+ years that I lived in Delhi, I just about managed to survive the season. Each time the season passed, I profusely thanked the Lord for sending the sun, thawing my frozen bones and lifting my depression. No wonder then, the one thing I loved about moving to Bombay was the fact that we never got winter here- it was just the hot summer and a humid and uncomfortable monsoon. Essentially it stayed warm all through the year-perfect, equitable, maritime climate.
Since moving to the city, I haven’t had much opportunity to face winter. Its an opportunity I don’t feel the loss of. But I am going to brave the winter after a long time this year. I am dreading the weather but looking forward to the event that’s forcing me to face it. It’s a close friend’s wedding and to be a part of the celebration I am willing to freeze my toes off , if I have to.
See you guys on the other side of this celebratory blog break!