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                  The alarm goes off at 6:30 am. I scramble to shut the croaking machine before it awakens the husband. Groggily, I squint at the window, which seems to be welcoming the daylight as happily as a wife welcoming her out-stationed husband.  Shucks! Its morning already! But, I just slept a few hours ago! My mind gets into the grumbling mode. Well, can't blame it. Who won't grumble on having to wake up in the wee hours during the best season of the year?
                I go back to sleep -- to catch a precious few winks -- when the dog begins to whine. I again scramble to shut the whining machine by patting his head and pulling him in my blanket, with no luck. This whining machine comes with a sharp brain and a stubborn resolve. I have no choice but to shrug my blankie and step out of my warm cocoon.  Its time for his walk. 
              The cold hits me as I step outdoors, all bundled up in my woollens. I still shiver as we brave the wind,  and think about the  day ahead. The mind finally wakes up and begins making notes of the chores for the day. But, it finds itself all alone, completely abandoned by my body. The body is in no mood to move a muscle. It somehow finishes the walk, gets the dog home, washes, cleans, feeds and gets back in the sluggish mode, all over again.

          Unluckily, for us, winter somehow does not seem to agree with the shores of Mumbai. It plays a game of touch and go. One moment we are all packed in our rarely used woolies, the next moment, we are  drenched in rivulets of sweat!  How I wish winters in Mumbai were never-ending! Just thinking about curling up in the warm, cozy blankets all day long, sipping endless cups of hot coffee and enjoying non-sweaty days gives 'chilling out' a totally new meaning! 

        Ah! But that is not to be. This too shall pass. And before we know it, the long days of summer will be at out door step, wringing the life out of us. So, until then, let me just  stay cooped up in my warm blanket with my favourite book and  leave the boring chores for some other time! 

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  1. Aww..can totally relate to it! Except that I go to work at 4.30 in the morning, nagging each and everyday!!! :)

    1. 4:30 in the morning?! OMG! But, hats off to you! I would never be able to do that! :-)

  2. We are in Delhi and I want the winter months to be a forgotten memory :) Lovely post

    1. Thank you Sulekha!
      And, we in Mumbai would like some more winter months! :)

  3. Very heart warming post!! I am shivering the whole day long here in Delhi.The winter winds are very cruelly attacking even the bones.

    1. Aww, that is bad, Ushaji! Wish we could take some of your winter for ourselves! :)

  4. It is quite cold where I am from with lots of snow and I long for the warm breezes of spring. It sounds like we have more of a gradual seasonal shift than what you have where you live.

    1. It must be such fun in the snow, isn't it, Kathy? But, yes, I, too, yearn for some warmth at times.

  5. It;s so hot in Sydney that I like to have some touch-and-go Mumbai winter. I love your narration :)

    1. Thanks Rajlakshmi! WIll send you some of the cool winds!


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