I think I was meant to be born in April, not January. For some reason, the very mention of April makes me bloom and smile. Maybe it's that odd in-between weather. Neither spring, nor summer. Just the right type of cold and hot. Or it could be the sound of the fan, waking up after a slumber of 5 months. It might as well be the memories of first day in the new year at school. New crisp white uniforms and shoes. Books with new plastic covers, making the bag smell like a plastic factory. Excited chatter at the bus-stop. The one new kid who joins the school today, standing in a corner, being pushed by his mother to talk to the rest. Being handed the new time-table in school. The big reveal about who the class teacher for the year is. Welcoming the host of new teachers and students. April in Delhi is also the month where school days are between holidays and not holidays between school days. Sandwiched between the March break and the summer break in May, April is spent waitin
A Worm's Eye View..