The most beautiful few days of the year are here again. Nice, crisp evening breeze brimming with the freshness of spring. Rustling of winter's last few leaves. Not a single speck of cloud on the clear blue canvas of the sky. A near full moon rise, timed near-perfectly to the exact moment of sunset. And slowly, shade by shade, the entire spectrum of colour and light dissolve into the majestic dusk. It'll get perfect over the next two days. At this exact minute on the evening of Holi. And i'll miss this beautiful terrace. And our beautiful little room. And the feeling of wanting to come back to Delhi, because strangely enough, it has started feeling like home.