Brrr...

Bombay winters — yes, we've almost never used these words together.

But here we are in the midst of the coldest days ever...

The dash from your cosy bed to the bathroom takes super human will power.

Don't remember the last time you broke into a sweat.

New Year resolutions be damned. The mornings are spent under quilts not on walks.

Lesser motorcycles on the road.

If you do see someone riding, you wonder if they are part of India's Got Talent or something.

New found love for rickshaw rides.

You pray that you don't get a window seat while travelling in a bus or a train.

You glare at the person who switches on the fan in the train. Sacrilege.

You contemplate investing in winter wear. Seriously.

Cold cream is too cold to apply.

You use lip balm not for the gloss.

Nange paau! No way! Same for thandu paani.

Precious warm water baths.

You switch on the geyser to randomly wash your hands.

AC in the car!! AC!! Thappad.

Socks.
Screw fashion. Walk around with a pair over your hands.

Can't figure if clothes on the clothesline are wet or cold.

You chill with the building watchmen. They have a tiny angeethi.

Sun! You lovely thing!