Updated On: 08 January, 2024 01:27 AM IST | Mumbai | Fiona Fernandez
The near-negligible winter is when the city is bursting at its seams with festivals and cultural dos of every kind. Our sutradhaars wonder why it cannot be better spread out through the rest of the year

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Gosh! This seems like summer. It’s freezing back in London,” sulked Lady Felicity, Lady Flora’s cousin, as she sought refuge in the pleasant confines of the Cathedral as soon as the setting sun cast an orange hue over the late evening sky. She was in town to spend the Christmas holidays with her cousin. “Goodness! This is hardly salubrious weather. My pashmina is of no use,” she sighed, as she wiped off beads of perspiration from her forehead. Lady Flora and Sir PM looked a shade embarrassed listening to her utterances; all true, and hence, pointless to dispute.
She cooled off after sipping on a lemonade that Sir PM had arranged for, from the nearby juicewallah. It helped; she seemed in better spirits, “I love this city; it seems like it’s abuzz all the time, Flo? The festivals, the melas, the events…I am finding it tough to cover so much ground. Is this the mood all year or does it spring up only in these months?” she asked. Both friends exchanged glances. She had hit the nail on its head.