The elusive Mumbai winter is finally here…

…get out the thermal wear. Oh. Okay. Perhaps I exaggerate just that wee bit, but this morning, 5.30 am at poolside, the teeth were clinking along to their own music and the ears were covered with a hoodie to protect them from the searching chill wind that was intent on conducting invasive brain surgery, and the arms were freshly plucked chicken levels of gooseflesh. I am not ashamed to say it. I was cold. I sat at the chair outside the pool, while the offspring was doing his paces, along with the rest of the children, in water that had been left exposed to the chill all night and guilt tripped myself so much, I could have smashed my nose up from splattering self on the ground.

Mumbai is chilly in the mornings. The app on my phone showed me it was around 15 degrees Celsius. Here, let me hold that for you while you roll around the ground laughing. To me, born and brought up in tropical climes, 15 degrees celsius is the point at which my blood freezes over and you’ll need to microwave my head for me to function with any degree of normalcy.

A few metres from where I perched, miserable like a wet bird would be, the spouse stood, arms akimbo, watching the kids in the pool do their sets, dressed in a cotton tshirt and a pair of shorts, with not a quiver of chill affecting his stance. The boy has taken after the Y chromosome donor and swaggers through to the pool in morning chill, dropping tshirt and shorts to jump into the pool without a second’s hesitation.

But then what will they know of the joys of layering, of the pleasures of me clambering into the loft, hauling down the suitcases with the woollen wear and bringing out the soft stoles and the jewel bright shawls. And let me not forget the boots, the lovely boots, making seductive siren like sounds from where they’ve been packed away for the rest of the year. Yup. The Mumbai winter is here, and by God, I’m going to make the most of the slight nip in the air. And no, no one be snarky about your minus degree weather here. Let a girl have her little delusions.



About Kiran Manral

Kiran Manral published her first book, The Reluctant Detective in 2011. Since then, she has published eight books across genres till date. Her books include romance and chicklit with Once Upon A Crush (2014), All Aboard (2015), Saving Maya (2017); horror with The Face at the Window (2016) and nonfiction with Karmic Kids (2015), A Boy’s Guide to Growing Up (2016) and True Love Stories (2017). Her short stories have been published on Juggernaut, in magazines like Verve and Cosmopolitan, and have been part of anthologies like Chicken Soup for the Soul, Have a Safe Journey (2017) and Boo (2017). Her articles and columns have appeared in the Times of India, Tehelka, DNA, Yowoto, Shethepeople, New Woman, Femina, Verve, Elle, Cosmopolitan, Conde Nast Traveller, DB Post, The Telegraph, the Asian Age, iDiva, TheDailyO and more. She was shortlisted for the Femina Women Awards 2017 for Literary Contribution. She is a TEDx speaker and a mentor with Vital Voices Global Mentoring Walk 2017.
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One Response to The elusive Mumbai winter is finally here…

  1. Himz says:

    Ha ha ha. Enjoy the winters honey. Here, today I am all layered with inner, sweater top and a jacket that adds atleast 10kgs to my attire…sigh 😦 I still wish delhi had weather like pune may be where I could also enjoy the winters with shawl and sweatshirts!


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