If Mumbai had winters.
Instead of sweat you will smell naphthalene balls in trains.
We will continue to stick close to each other in trains.
Tired, sleepless women will not cut vegetables in trains,
they will knit.
Our bars will be warmer, restaurants will be warmer than it is outside.
The girl in the opposite balcony will keep her window closed. So will the boy.
Our asthma would be terrible.
We will need larger cupboards for our woolens.
We will drink beer at work post noon on Fridays.
We will miss the flamingos.
We will have a real reason to celebrate Holi.
Shivratri will not be the official end of the fictional winter.
Lovers at the bandstand will stick even more closer, if that is possible.
Scenes and songs shot in Chota Kashmir will look a little authentic.
Adrak Chai would taste even more awesome.
Paani Puri in chowpatti could be laced with vodka.
We'd have more Tibetan stalls selling cheap woolen stores all over the city.
We will not complain of how cold it is in Aarey Colony
when you pass by at night.
Homeless people will have one more thing to worry about.
