“It can’t be fall yet,” my heart says. I want the summer to last a bit longer, just a bit longer. I do like fall or Harud as we called it back home in Kashmir. But it is just that the arrival of fall also means and end of summer and beginning of colder days and nights. But fall is approaching soon, the leaves are turning and there is a nip in the air. Just the sort that makes you bring out the oven mitts and start baking. It was that kind of a day today. So I stopped …