The flannel pjs are back along with sweaters and boots. Yes, fall is here, the leaves are turning, and the air is crisp. I can no longer go out without the coat in tow. The days are shorter, and the evenings stretch out forever.
And I feel sad - it's an inexplicable hollowness that starts in my stomach. It's a reminder that another year is almost over. I am overcome by nostalgia, of Christmas in Bombay, choir practice and house cleaning, and sweet-making. I fear that time is flying by too quickly, and want the clock to stop ticking.
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