Winter season, I feel, is much better than any other season. Foggy mornings with weak and soothing sun rays, bright and colourful flowers blooming in gardens (it doesnot snow around here in bhubaneswar) and top with it, all those varieties of seasonal vegetables available (which makes my
upma as colourful as the roses in our gardens, sweaters, scraps to hide ouselves makes me it as the complete season. And did i forget the oranges and grapes?
I remember well, when I used to walk to school with my sister and Chandan, the three of us would blow air from our mouth so as to see it rise like mist and then vanish into thin air making us all feel like little wizards. Similarly, in my college days, we used to had morning classes and speeding our way on cycles with cold winds hitting our faces was exciting. Though I would be out of my house with plenty of time in my hand, I would stop at the ladies hostel in my way and help my sleeping beauty Megha to wake up (lazy bone, she would still be in her bed) and pack her bags and that would make the time fly away like a bird. But we were always punctual to reach college in time. Unlike others I would be the only one in our group of four. Brave and independent souls! But on the whole it was always fun to go in groups rather being the lonely travel. Many winters have passed in my life and i was soon doing my degree in computer science. Here we had little time to live our life with the sword of exams hanging on our head.
Nowadays with global warming getting stronger the winters have all gone tupsy-turvy. But I enjoy the beautiful and charming flowers like roses, marigolds, hibiscus, dalia spreading their fragnace in the cold air.
But one thing that I forgot to tell is that with all the comforts in my little home, winters do appear charming but they don't have a place in the heart of the less blessed poor souls.
"Seasons come and seasons go
Winter is the best, I do know
Flowers make the morning glow
Thank you Lord for such
a beautiful show."
