Killing me softly

With your air. With your smog. With your AQIs. With your chart topping PM levels. Delhi this annual event of yours, wish we could skip!

Familiar noises echoing from the four estates are no balm to the troubled sinuses. They shout at the top of their lungs, we cough & sneeze from the bottom of ours.

Solution, now what's that? From whom, when, where & why? Since one's can't really run away perhaps we need to just hibernate or hide. Better still, grin and bear this way of lieF (sic).