You know its cold when....

...icecream left on the window sill refuses to change from its solid block consistency.



piping hot coffee, let me rephrase that, scalding hot coffee turns to slushy cold coffee withing the time it takes for you to lift your mug to your lips.

sexy nights with the husband mean wearing your best granny thermals and rubbing hands together in a futile attempt to stay warm.

you learn to to sleep in one position all night, if you move, another part of the bed has to be warmed up all over again.

pee actually forms steam as it reaches the bowl. True story.

All those people writing odes to fresh snow and singing about the romance of winter can stuff it. I want coke with ice, moisture beads forming on the glass, dingy fan stirring up stale air, sweaty armpits airing through sleeveless cotton blouses, melting puddles of kulfi, pepsi cola in platic tubes, short shorts and tank tops, dusty beams of bright sunlight, all night card games in the garden with mosquitoes, the smell of mangoes ripening in hay, glasses of freshly churned buttermilk, shimmering tar roads in the afternoon sun...everything that is not winter.