Blow Cold
The winters? They are a-coming. Like contentedbloke put it, there is always some sort of associations you make with weather because of your earlier experiences. And the winters depress me. Not in a bad mood always gloomy face kind of way, but in a sobered down anxious kind of way. And that happens because, to me winters signal the end of a year. And there is sense of doom somewhere in the background of my subconscious faculties attributed to the fact that while another year has passed, I still haven't done half of what I had thought I'd do. It also doesn't help that I have always, always been dumped during the winters. This year, though its not so bad. That sinking feeling in my stomach hasn't arrived as yet. And I am still peppy. Not jumping with joy, but you know, kind of at peace.
Don't get me wrong though, I love the season. I love the rain, and then I love the winters. Summers... well, I live in Delhi. There's no escaping that. Its just that the feeling of impending disasters, and beautiful, foggy winter mornings are a great combination. Well, sort of.

Its a hectic time at the office, and this is going to be my only update this week, so to all my friends, Merry Diwali. Have a great time.