Winter's finally coming around,it seems.If,what we have here at Kolkata which gives rise to barely a few snuggly I-don't-want-to-get-out-of-bed mornings can be called winter,by purists.Me?I don't care what it's called-the fact that it's there,would suffice.
It's this time of the year which makes having endless cups of cha perfectly acceptable.Not that it isn't,at any time of the year,but holding the cup and warming your scaly fingers with it and your insides with the delightfully-scalding-hot liquid gives you a feeling to be rivalled by few others,I tell you.
It's this time of the year when the city looks,well,for the lack of a better word-positively romantic.I mean,if you've ever been on a walk down Southern Avenue or the quieter parts of my para on a winter evening,you'd know.There's this misty,smoky sort of thing all over the place(and I don't think fog's the word),just slightly thinner than the kind that comes whooshing from the bottom of the silver screen when the hero and the heroine are about to meet in their sapnas,and the streetlights come to you,filtered through this,lighting up the whole place in a hazy glow.
It's this time of the year when we always go on a weekendsy trip.Yes yes,very cliche,I know.But I couldn't possibly leave this one out.It's Important,and besides,three points always look good.Oh,and it's the time for bhutta,too!
I'm up at 2.30.Feeling good about myself.Although I've got more-than-half of the syllabus untouched.I think it's my neighbours who got drunk at midnight and started singing raucous versions of Kishore Kumar-Shadher Lau-Mahiner Ghoraguli-Kishore Kumar who got me started on this happy strain.
Ohmy,I sound like an English-literature-student-trying-too-hard now.
But then,it also feels like winter :)