December is a tough month.I am always overwhelmed by the fact that another year has passed.
It is colder on my bike--my ears ached in the chilly breeze this morning. I hardly ever ride my bike back anymore--it seems too dark and cold. It is flu season and everyone around me seems sick and it feels like I am always on the verge. To make matters worse, I have to study for the exam--if I can pass it this time, the torture will end. And it becomes really difficult to take great pictures in the gloom of winter.
It is also when I get to go home, to India--yes I live in Berkeley now, that is home. But somehow the annual pigrimage to the motherland always seems like a homecoming. And it always feels too short, too rushed, too quick, too happy and suddenly too sad--when I have to leave.
