Finally, finally, finally spring is here! In Mumbai.
Whatever small and shy presence she does present in a concrete jungle.
Though there is a date in the Indian calender that marks the official end of winter and onset of spring, global warming et al has made it a bit off-track.
And while the calender date is revered for itself and love, learning, art and music is celebrated on Basant Panchami and also Saraswati puja- it is a wait, a question mark. Till I can see the signs, smell it in the air, feel it in my bones. Like today.