"Homeward Bound"

I'm wondering what is it about this time of the year that makes me feel very nostalgic and deep down in the memory lane thinkin about allahabad streets, a slight chill in the air leaving lips chapped, hot cups of tea at my best buddies place lazin around in her lawn wondering that another year is about to end. Allahabad at this time of year all of a sudden becomes very beautiful and relaxed, not that it is not so otherwise but there definetly is something special about early winters. The leaves from some of the trees start withering, the day just shortens and the sun is like a nice soft warm blanket, it does not hurt the eyes, does'nt burn the skin just warms up the feet and makes hold urself crossing arms n just staring at some tiny plant or flower around.I have very special memories of these times, sitiing near the ganges with him and just looking at the water glistening in same sun with such amazing tranquility that's absolutely unfound. Makes me wonder what did i leave behind , why? Not sure if life's worth the trade off made...but i'll never know will I?