Delhi Ki Sardi

It's here. No I don't have dengue ( i can hardly spell it even though it's all around in Delhi). It's the winter. Today while travelling back from the ridge to chankyapuri I could feel it and I also missed my gray jacket (Oh! it protected me and turban from Poona rains). So its here but only the windcheater can do for the moment, a thick jacket is not required.
Delhi's winters are no ordinary winters. I have heard even people from colder countires whining about (I hope Anne never reads this) how Delhi's winter "gets inside their skin like needles." The steets especially in the suburbs are deserted by 8 and there is less traffic on the roads. But it makes for a perfect drive in the night. In summers its still lively and people on roads even at 1 in the night, not so in winters.

I didn't even switch on the fan today when i came back home and the floor also seems cooler without the slippers. So I guess from now on its the winter knocking. I love traveling through the ridge though in winters it will be deserted. Its diwali time tomorrow and I need to distribute gifts before going to the office (yes im working half day tomorrow). So its bye bye time guys.