"Snow,snow,snow..everywhere. It's X-mas time. I'm loving it"
screams the status-message of another Amriki friend on Facebook, while I stare outside my window. It's 8:30 in the, should I call it, evening and its an extra-bright sun smiling cunningly at me, reflecting from the kaanch-ki-building opposite my balcony. A fine bead of sweat appears over my eye-brow as I open another can of chilled coke.
Not quite the idea of a Christmas season in a firang-land, right?
screams the status-message of another Amriki friend on Facebook, while I stare outside my window. It's 8:30 in the, should I call it, evening and its an extra-bright sun smiling cunningly at me, reflecting from the kaanch-ki-building opposite my balcony. A fine bead of sweat appears over my eye-brow as I open another can of chilled coke.
Not quite the idea of a Christmas season in a firang-land, right?