Monday morning's are dreary as always, a week to go before i come under the surgeons knife and have silicon implants in my spine (which makes me the butt of all jokes these days), i was hoping to find the newspaper to read (always a good thing after an indian victory and something thats been rather rare over the past 3 weeks) i was rudely reminded that we get no newspapers the day after Holi.

Just had to make do with all the online news.

Further as i sat in my patio sipping my coffee, i couldnt help but think, how different the neighborhood looked.  In Delhi’s spring, leaves fall instead, heralding the coming of summer when the water will be scarce and sandstorms from Rajasthan will be a daily occurrence.  

The street across my house looked strangely enchanting with all those leaves strewn around and the wind playing with them.