Summer nostalgia. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Everybody whom I know in my city, Delhi, is looking happy. Their reason is the same. Winter season has begun. Just why do we Indians cherish winter so much when essentially we are a summer country? Friends, as far as I’m concerned, I despise winter. My reasons are simple. Delhi loses its character during this season. India Gate vanishes under a cloud of mist (or smog, who knows). The very Delhi experiences — blinding sun, dust storms, power cuts, chuski licking – goes choo mantar. The accompanying fog blocks the sunlight and trees wilt. So does the city. To some, the few weeks that follow the cold months are the best time to be in Delhi. In