Untimely snow

I could have written a treatise on why India failed in the World Cup. Perhaps Javed bhai was right. You need a tight strategy. Let's leave it at that. I don't want to delve into it any deeper. It would be a waste of time, both yours and mine. Let's just say we didn't deserve to go through.

It is the 12th of April. Or, should I say April 12th, as they say here in this country. It is snowing outside. It is something about the East Coast that I cannot comprehend, try as I might.

It would be very unreasonable on my part to expect Delhi-esque weather, but this is taking things a bit too far. Nouruz has come and gone, but things have hardly changed in terms of the weather. The weather was brilliant two weeks ago, the temperature rising to as high as 16 degrees Celsius, permitting three hours of cricket on that Saturday, but that was it. Nothing since. Just snow and sub-zero temperatures. I don't understand it.