Editor's Note

I have a confession. Like many other woke people, I love to think of the idea of being fit (or that of being woke). I am not fit though. I try. I watch a lot of videos and read self-help articles. I even took up running over the year or two. But during winter, I cough and wheeze because the dust is ridiculous. I feel light headed and double over from chest pains. The street dogs lick my hands telling me it will all be okay. I cannot die right now. I have next week’s issue of Toggle to work out.

So I head back home for a lovely cup of caramel coffee waiting for the fitness to kick in next year. In the meantime, we have a story on air pollution solution.