The good, the bad and the ugly winter

Its been quite a while since my last post but I assure the reader that I was not being a sloth all this time :) This week has been rather eventful for me.

Sometime I was of course put off by the cold that seems to be quite overwhelming this season. It seems like the Mother Nature has made her mind to give a fair chance to the winter wear manufacturers. Now they can pull off the 40 + 60 percent sale placards and go full throttle on the customers' wallet for the customers have been left with no place to hide from the cold wave that has pushed mercury into the negative scales.

There is one very motherly quality to Mother Nature as well, you run away from her and she will come chasing you making you shiver even under the warmest of quilts. But when you brace her and you feel that warmth even in this chilling cold.

Commuting to and from the office on my two wheeler is one every day occasion when I cannot escape from the cold. The dogs are no longer playful, birds are still bathing in the dew falling from the skies. Even my inanimate, cold-paralyzed bike has to be pampered for a few minutes before I can take take off  for 25 minutes of ride through the foggy morning. Breeze is gentle and only able to slowly animate dew bathed leaves. The Laborers, School Buses, Cars, Joggers, Municipal sweepers, Rickshaw pullers all seem drowsy and slowed down. As if my regular morning is now being played at 0.5 X

Everything blurred and dim like an underexposed photo plate. Even the mighty Sun God is unable to defeat the dense fog and has surrendered to Mother Nature, politely staying hidden behind the translucent homogenous cloud composed of vapor-frosted-dust, waiting for its turn to show up whenever permitted.

Night walks are beautiful. The streetlights hidden behind the roadside trees expel few rays of incandescence through the leaves into the fog lighting up the path it travels before illuminating the roads in a theatrical hue. Traveling through this show of lights is very enjoyable even when your fingertips are getting a bit numb while still under the leather gloves.

However, thinking of those poor people who do not have enough to cover themselves and no brick walls to hide from the chill, The cold breeze for them would be like a witch that transforms itself into a cold spell and seeps into their feeble tent-houses through every possible hole and crevice, making its presence known to their human skin. They would keep themselves coiled from the fear of this witch and pray for its departure at the earliest. For them a day without sun is no less than a torture that they have endorsed for themselves since birth.

That's Life...
But it shall go on.