Chill Pill.

Yes, that's exactly what Bangalore (or is it Bengaluru) seems to have swallowed off late. We wake up to to chilly mornings and equally wintry evenings. I am not complaining because I am absolutely loving it. This cold wave.

It brings back memories of childhood. Which were spent in a sleepy old town called Jamshedpur. The winters were quite severe in Jsr. Compounded by the fact that I was in school and winters or summers we still had to wear the same uniform. Tunics! Which were teamed with a sweater for the cold cold winters. As I grew up the skirts got a bit shorter... c'mon it was a fashion statement those days. So I had to bear the winters happily for the sake of fashion! Winter evenings were even more fun when my mom would make piping hot peppery mutton soup for my sister and me. I can almost smell and taste it even today. My sister and me would then snuggle into our humongous 'rajai' and talk late into the night. Oh how I loved winters then.

And its this same feeling I get these days in Bangalore with this unexpected cold wave. Except that I hate getting up early in the mornings!

I'm hoping the cold lasts a bit longer and I can enjoy the feeling of wearing my woolens and drinking warm cups of tea.

I'm totally loving it.