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Winters.... where are they???

Saw the first signs of winter here in Goa - the diffused sunlight coming through the corridor in which i was walking. Made be go back in time and remember the countless winters i spent at home in Jaipur. Usually when at home in November, there would be an exam coming up, so i would spend the afternoon in my room studying, basking in the same diffused sunlight coming in through my window, wrapped up in a quilt on my bed, having had a warm sumptuous meal. It is the warmth that accompanies the cold of winters that make it my favorite season. Though the situation has not changed much, i still have exams coming up.... the scenario around it has changed considerably: diffused sunlight was no where to be seen here in Goa, before today ; i can't see a quilt in my room, instead a fan is still blowing over my head at full speed in the last week of November; the warm sumptuous home meal has been replaced by the bland and uninteresting mess food. Maybe i am missing home, maybe i am missing winters, maybe i'm missing both.....


But the good thing is that there's only two weeks to go now, before i head home.... to experience the chill of winters and the warmth of my home that will surely accompany it..... so, mom n dad keep my woolens ready and friends get ready to wander in the chilly evenings... HERE I COME!! :)
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