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I was born and brought up in Kasauli, Himachal Pradesh, and somehow… I never saw snowfall in April growing up. Winters, yes. But April? Never.

And now, the past few years, it barely even snows the way it used to.

I’m in Pune for college now, and today my family and friends are sending me pictures and videos of fresh snow back home… in April. It’s weird. Feels like I’m missing something I didn’t even know I’d miss this much.

Sitting here in the heat while my home looks like a postcard. There’s this strange mix of happiness and ache. Like I’m glad they’re experiencing it, but a part of me just wants to be there, standing in that cold, doing nothing special… just being present.

Never thought I’d feel homesick for snow.