with the exact same temperature I like air conditioners to be switched on at
with shops that now sport short summery clothes instead of earthy warm winterwear.
And then I catch myself looking at the nearby Skoda showroom and thinking of a red Octavia thousands of miles away. Or the sweetcorn in a highstreet supermart and bhutta pora at Golf Green every other day. And my new flatmates' panipuri in Walthamstow even as some other friends meet at VP for phuchka, chaat and gossip.
Is it just me, or is everything really all blurry and bittersweet these days?