Today, coming back from London to Coventry, from a relatively sunny day to a relatively sunny day – I realised that my very last winter as a university student in UK is over.

I once wrote somewhere, possibly before I came to the UK, that I think winter has a sense of finality to it. Unfortunately in my three years here I was too busy to recall that little anticipatory sentiment I held so many years ago, and I’ve only remembered now, when my last winter here has blown over.

That recollection, coupled with the horror of the realisation that graduation is imminent, scares me.