April showers bring May flowers, they say. Wonder what April snow brings? More woe? Last night we had snow. Again. Now, some of you may find the idea of white fluffy snowflakes softly drifting to the ground, rather poetic and beautiful. Total Robert Frost in Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening types. Yes yes, six months ago, I thought so too. Was ready to wax eloquent about the untouched beauty of the first snowfall and what not. But that was then and this is now.
Weary and wiser after six hundred snowstorms, I sing a very different tune now. A good helping of Hindi film dream sequences is just what I need. Some gorgeous blue skies, sun-soaked tulip fields, bright yellow dupattas fluttering against the warm breeze .. Yeah, Yash Chopra is my new best friend.