Cold Saturday mornings aren't all that commonplace in Bombay.

I had to fish out my sweatshirt from my unpacked Calcutta luggage and wear it while drinking tea. The sweatshirt had a vague travel smell; of perfume and dust and moisturizer that we used in copious amounts while we were in Calcutta.

When I left the house, I felt my lips turn dry and my nose sniffle. This is the closest we will come to knowing what winter is. I kept myself wrapped in a scarf until I got to work. For the first time, the it was warmer inside the building than outside.