I walked out onto the balcony last night and felt a shiver down my spine. It was not simply because I am afraid of the dark. There was a different reason. It's getting cold, folks.
If Game of Thrones hadn't disappointed itself into oblivion with its last two seasons, this year might have been the most apt opportunity yet to properly use the famous words of House Stark. Winter is coming. Other than being literal, it would also serve the symbolic purpose as meant by George R. R. Martin. This winter carries with it not only the smell of bhapa pitha, but also the stench of a potential health crisis with Covid-19.
Many of us have stopped caring about the coronavirus. There have been worrying reports of tourist spots across the country getting booked out for winter. Young people must be itching to go out in their winter wear to make the most of what's possibly the nicest time of the year for us. Yet, there's no reason to think the third wave washing over much of the rest of the world isn't coming for us.
Let's not lose sight of the White Walkers, is what I'm saying.