Missing Winters

It's December in Bangalore; apparently winter is here. Not that I can feel it! This place has nothing of what December means to me. A small list for your benefit:

1. Heavy blankets


2. Layers of woolens, socks and gloves, caps and mufflers


3. Hot cups of ginger tea


4. Hot roasted peanuts, fresh off the stove, that you shelled and munched away the entire evening


5. Gajak - the sweet jaggery and sesame savory.....


6. The early morning fog, when it was impossible to see your own hands in front of your face


7. The cold wind that froze ur lips and literally formed icicles on your nose


8. The burst of freshness when you breathed in the chilled air!


9. Those mornings, sitting on the roof with a book and chasing that sunbeam around.


10. Those last rays of sun in the evening with which you desperately tried to warm your socks.


11. Going to school, on a two wheeler, singing songs with chattering teeth to drive away the cold.


12. The hot oil massages and steaming baths.


13. The dry fruits that mom stuffed in your pockets to munch away the whole day


14. Cuddling together at nights to warm each other. Pushing away some one's icy toes


15. Dancing around and cooking on the bonfires

ooh.. there are sooo many memories.... I wish i could get the taste of that winter again :)

Guess it's time to go home!