Guwahati winters may last for a short spell but they're much looked- forward- to. Unlike past years, we haven't really got the wintery f-e-e-ling. My thicker shawls and cardigans lie unused. After waiting eagerly for that N-I-P in the air, we only got some false starts that refused to kick off. At this rate there will be no noticeable change in seasons and there are things I'll surely/sorely miss...like tucking into a thick blanket on an evening-like afternoon. Especially when it's cloudy and 4 p.m. feels like 7 in the evening.....time and skyscape on frenetic fast forward.
The first cuppa in winter isn't simply tea! It works as a rejuvenator. It oils my system and dispels the laziness which seems to seep deep down into the marrow of my creaky bones! But sips of the first cup and I'm rarin' to go!
Vapour from the mouth when people speak---in the mornings!
The colour and the warmth of woollen caps. And socks!
The fog at any time of the day and night!
If winter is like this now, what will happen 15 years later?
D-r-e-a-d the thought....!
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