Giffer
Favoured Frenzy
Honestly, March 2026 didn't just overstay its welcome; it basically moved into the guest room, changed the locks, and started charging me rent. It was a thirty-one-day marathon that felt like it lasted three presidential terms, made even more "fun" by the fact that India decided to turn into a literal air fryer. By the time we hit the middle of the month—which felt like the 84th of March—I’d already gone through a mid-life crisis and aged enough to qualify for a senior discount, all while slowly evaporating in the brutal Kerala humidity.
We really have to hand it to the universe for this glitch in time. While scientists claim the Earth is spinning normally, anyone with a soul knows every Tuesday was actually a forty-eight-hour test of human endurance. From the scorched streets of Delhi to the boiling coast down south, we weren't just living through a month; we were being slow-cooked. It was total gaslighting from the weather—the calendar promised April was coming, but the sun just laughed and kept the temperature set to "lava."
When the sun finally set on March 31st, I was actually shocked the world didn't just reset to March 1st like a broken video game. Stepping into April felt less like a new month and more like escaping a prison sentence, just with a lot more sweat and a permanent sunburn. We’ve all come out of it looking a bit hollow-eyed and dehydrated, fully convinced that "four weeks" is just a lie told by the people who sell calendars to hide the fact that we were trapped in a furnace for a decade.
