The hubby had an early morning flight to catch, and after seeing him off, I made myself a steaming mug of coffee, and curled up with a good book, intending to watch the sun rise. I finished the mug, and another, but the sun was nowhere in sight. There was a light drizzle. It was a beautiful winter day - a wrap yourself in a woolen shawl kind of day- one we dream of but rarely get in Bombay.
I wished the morning could last forever.
And yet, I worry. About climate change and where it will eventually lead us.---------