Without Winter

Mumbai. The city knows no winter. The temperatures don't drop here. No one cuddles under a quilt. No teeth chattering, watery nose scene happens. No problem making out the faces. There's no fog of course. December comes and goes. January follows suit. Didi won't like it here, she can't prepare any patishaptas. Dadu'll hate it here, he won't come back from the bazaar with a handi of jhola gur. No family sits on the balcony, enjoying the winter sun and savouring kichudi and phoolkopir bora. No smoke comes out of the mouth when you to sit for an evening adda session. No problem waking up in the morning either. Life moves on alright. Without winter.