Saying goodbye to Spring
January seemed to have stayed forever, February, on the other hand, seems to be in a rush. Thanks to an extra day putting some distance between us and the much dreaded end of Spring.
March here in Delhi starts well, a nip in the air at dawn & dusk, smell of roses, marigolds and petunias but soon progresses into uncomfortably warm weather that is always too eager to announce summer. I may despise the dark and heavy days of January with its weak Sun and heavy smog, but it is still manages to feel more inviting than the scorching summer months.
Why do all good things, and some okayish things come to an end so soon?
Fingers in symphony 
