Winter has come home

The winter chill has finally set in. For Bombay-iets this lil chill is enough to be termed as winter. You will spot tiny flames for bonfires burning under the flyovers (especially), at roadside corners, under some banyan tree. It’s a pretty sight when you’re returning late from work and lazily strolling home, to see the fog in the distance, (or is it pollution, hanging really low?), feel the slow chill zephyr brush pass you, every sound near or far is magnified and feels so close. Everything around has this winter-y feel to it, this feel is that of morning coziness, cool sunshine, warm evenings with pleasant sea breeze, garam coffee at the katta…

It doesn’t get very cold here, but I behave as though it’s about to snow and I will drown myself in jackets, sweaters, shawls, woolen socks and the works. I do this simply for kicks, its winter you see.

I love this season for its, cold and gray, warm and cozy, of pink skies and soft ashes, of Bombay when it cools down and is ready to be all Christmasy.