winters
Oh, how I love winters! The cool breeze in the afternoon, sun’s warmth peeking through. The textured coats and sweaters, with their woolly smell and darkened hues. But it might be not like this for everyone, you see. Everyday on my way home, I see little pups shivering, frost settled deep into their bones, and frustratingly, all I can offer is sympathy. But what about the fresh harvests of seasonal fruits and veggies? When other time will I get to indulge in such fresh fancies! The crunchy apples, guavas and carrots and peas, they wouldn’t taste the same other than in January! And I’m privileged to have a warm home, but through the terrace I see, so many little match girls also on their way to their roadside abode in january. Diwali! The festival of lights. While the glow of lights illuminate the streets, scent of burning diyas and sweets wafting through the neighbourhood boulevards and the other colonies. Floating laughter from the creaks of the doors and the iridescent ...