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Ah, November, that strange, in-between month that can’t make up its mind. It’s not quite winter, but not summer either. The mornings are crisp, the evenings cool, and yet by afternoon you’re sweating in your cardigan, wondering why you thought November was a good time to “layer up.”
The weather may be confusing, but one thing isn’t. My body. It has fully decided its hibernation season.
The moment the air turns even slightly pleasant, my energy levels take a nosedive. The fan gets turned off like it’s an act of rebellion, and suddenly I’m moving slower, thinking slower, doing slower.
Every task now requires deep emotional preparation, from getting out of bed to replying to a “Let’s meet?” text. Honestly, if November had a spirit animal, it would be a sloth wrapped in a blanket sipping chai, and I would be its human version.
Mornings are the toughest. The alarm rings, I open one eye, see the foggy sunlight, and immediately decide that productivity can wait. Five more minutes in bed somehow turn into an existential debate.
The thought of bathing with cold water? Unthinkable. The geyser becomes a national treasure, and anyone who dares to shower before 10 am earns my deepest respect and suspicion.
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The clothes situation is pure chaos. One day it’s shawl weather, the next it’s “Oh no, why am I sweating in this sweater?” Every outing feels like a gamble. You could either freeze or fry, depending on how dramatic the weather feels that day.
Evenings, however, are where November redeems itself. That golden hour light, the smell of roasted peanuts, the endless cups of adrak chai, it’s pure poetry.
The only problem?
My motivation levels are inversely proportional to the temperature. The cooler it gets, the more I just want to curl up in a blanket burrito and watch something comfortingly mediocre on Netflix while eating Maggi.
November is basically the snooze button of the year, a calm pause between Diwali chaos and December excitement. Everyone’s pretending to be productive, but we all know we’re mentally checked out and physically wrapped up.
So yes, winter may not be here yet, but my inner sloth has already arrived, unpacked, and made itself very comfortable.
Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
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