This winter is hard to pass by. Started in India few months back, followed by wet Easter in Chicago, and still waiting for a nice spring. Came back to India for a short period but missed the spring and feeling the scorching heat of early summer in my heart and soul. The melancholy tone of a solitary cuckoo is not enough, neither the blessings from rafalaki. Its all about global warming and globalization, impacted the weather and life immensely, but still hoping that the spring will come soon.