It’s Snowing!

It’s snowing!

Because it’s December. The mall next door has so many ice-men and Christmas trees ladden (really, ladden) with snow. Surrounded by chocolates and sweets. Yummy!  The glass doors in my office have snow flakes sitting on them. Wow!

Except that the snowflakes in office are made of styrofoam. The snow trail on the Christmas tree in the mall is cotton. The Santa Claus’ name is Rangappa.  We are in India. As hot as Calcutta, by Jove.

There is no snow here. No raindeers, only street mongrels (who are very friendly, btw.). No funny fat man to climb down chimneys and distribute gifts. No chimneys, damn it. No marshmallows.

Only anglophilism. One long grand angrez chee-chee ponch.

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