All hail the month that doesn't judge

November provides a cosy space for contemplation before December hits

We’re now ensconced between Diwali and Christmas, living in the sweet spot between doing and being, remembering and forgetting, promising and betraying. October was a time for wistfulness; December is the season for regression; and January will predictably bring about a rude revival of our collective conscience, signalled by the desperate renewal of gym subscriptions, diet plans and professional ambitions. For now, it’s enough to slip under the radar, lost in reverie, allowing ourselves to float in that special November air unless you're in Delhi) that makes no demands and expects no obedience.

God, for a man that solicits insurance!

If only it were that simple. I’ve recently been chased by an insistent insurance agent; the more he tries to sell me an insurance renewal, the farther I feel from health. I realise, of course, that this is not all) his fault, even though the urgency of his calls can only be rivalled by that of Ravi Shastri’s voice in the commentary box when Virat Kohli is blazing on the field.