Where has the sun gone?

I'm beginning to suffer from serious SAD.
Gawk.




I need a holiday to India. I want to smell the dusty humid air. Relish the feeling of drinking icy cold lemonade after a hot day. Hearing the constant beep beeping of buses and autos and what not. Bustling through the highly crowded streets of T-nagar searching for a good bargain. Being pushed around by old ladies. Standing on my terrace at night listening to the sound of aeroplanes departing/landing. Trying to stop myself from contracting malaria. Fighting for everyday survival. It's all good.

p.s. Slumdog Millionaire made me want to do this.
Now off to revise.