I stepped out of the house at 7:15 a.m. - nearly forty-five minutes later than I usually go for a walk. It was freezing. The cold sucker-punched me. I yawned and there was a little cloud of fog floating out of my mouth. It always seems like magic. Maybe one day I'll take a different turn to the main road and I'll find a snow-capped mountain in Pune. Who knows? Cold days crackle with magic somedays.