the onset of winter has begun. a dissent from the ghastly summer that had stretched its welcome. warm cowls out, winter clothes being eyed and dusted. geysers turned on. fans switched off. and chiffons spread on the bed.

i remember what a pervy economics teacher once said about the transition to winter, and what it meant to lahoris. something about the lack of willingness to be swayed in. but the warm channas and spicy sittas always win the lahoris in for another lull. damn food. always gets us in the end.

have a short story marinating about in a folder somewhere. building up the emotional strength to finish it up. so easy to create happy endings, so hard to get them.