The colder climes rarely make a visit to the city and when they do, we must greet them with warmth
For a city built and created on tradition and culturally inclined to hold the Nizams as the final fashion symbol, our weather rarely allows us much by winter wear such as those Pashmina shawls, silk scarves, woollen sweaters, jackets and coats. God forbid, if you still retain that long leather coat, or the overcoat from your last trip to the USA or Europe in winter; we admit, are all rendered useless by our weather at large.
Therefore, nothing calls for a greater toast than some welcome cold. Even a bit of a semblance to fog and a little chilly soft breeze that allows us to open those sections in our wardrobe which we did not, indeed could not, have visited in a long time. And with a fanatic fervour too.
Everywhere one went out in the last few weeks in the city, they are there – the winter clothes – lovely bright colours, wools and silk, leather and all. We are flaunting longer boots, thicker stoles and shawls; and the ascots and bandannas are appearing more often. The parties have grown more colourful, the selfies look more dashing.
Head therefore folks to those outskirts on long drives, or those green resorts, never mind the mosquito bites, or the odd insect or reptile, and make the most of it. Enjoy the cold, and your winter clothes; bring them on and let the feeling last. It is not going to last long, and of that we be sure.
TAILPIECE: Everybody loves eating richer food as it gets colder, and Hyderabad sure gets it grub greasier as the Mercury dips low. Let us defy the health warnings and all with disdain. It is winter folks, time for some butter and all, never mind the cardiologists.
(Sriram Karri is author of the bestselling novel, Autobiography
of a Mad Nation. He writes for international media such as The New York Times and BBC besides organising debates at Hyd Park)