Just when I started enjoying the nip in the air, the heavens sent us a full blown snowstorm. This is what the city centre in Birmingham looked like today, after yesterday's non-stop action. But Brum looks pretty in white, don't you think?
Today, while talking to a friend, I realised that 'ghar' is a mimetic word. When you say it, there's a vibration that starts at the windpipe and goes inwards and resonates and something hurts a little bit somewhere there. Or maybe it's just me.
