November Rain

Its cold. Dead cold. The leaves have turned into a colorful haze, a flash of brilliance like the final act put up by an artiste, before the show ends. Very soon, the trees, like human skeletals seeking warmth will be covered by a deceiving white blanket. November is the month of deceit.

The first time I heard daylight savings kicks in, I was Happy about the fact I would get an extra hour to sleep on that particular day. Little did I realize that it would be dark when I wake up and dark when I leave work. Months of no freaking sunlight! It all starts from November.

Its that month when people say adios to the Margaritas, Sangrias, Mojitos and Daiquiris and adapt to the stiff Jack Daniels and hennessey. Outdoor shops wrap up their displays and the bright linen is replaced by darkness. The sun which used to liberate the city now resides behind the clouds, like a prisoner, ashamed to show his face.

And then the heavens decide to open up and it rains. Every season change is marked by rainfall. But I hate the rain which marks the end of Fall and start of Winter. This is the time I go into hibernation. Distance myself from the world, sulk away, write some morose posts, dream about the sun and the woman I had seen on Bondi Beach and wait for the evident.

Like GnR once wrote in their all time classic, November Rain:

"....do you need sometime, on your own,
Everybody needs sometime... all alone!"

If you ever have to break up with me, dont do it in the month of November. I might just kill myself!

I heart November.