Cool breeze…loads of warm clothing… slight nip in the sir… foggy misty mornings… a cup of impetuous coffee...clear blue sky…. Fresh green dewed leaves… chilling atmosphere… ummm a perfect winter morning…the wait to get into your rajai(seems to be heavenly abode) as soon as you get home.
I just love Delhi for its winters.
Delhi …coveted by others as a city of extreme climate… has just amazing winter mornings.
Although the chill gets unbearable at times … but you can brave it well with loads of amazing winter clothing.
Delhi winters are special for me and I have some real cherish able memories for these mornings.
Getting up reluctantly after hearing papa scream for n times. With hurried gestures(papa); laziness engulfed(me) :P papa used to scream in out for me to brush my teeth ; dress up with all the haggling of wearing the scarf; so that we(yes we :) ) can catch our school bus at the correct time; he would make me run with my school bag in his hand ;and then when he finally managed to push me inside the bus he would thrust a rolled parantha in my hand which I would reluctantly finish as I reached school ...The idea of throwing it out of the window never came to my mind then :(
That was long back in 1992 and when I see the school going kids outside I am reminded of those mornings ; each scene vividly etched in my memory :)
Ahh!! Winters make me so nostalgic.
School ended and I was in college; the situation changed to some extent except for the fact that this time I used to be equally tense as there was no school bus but a public transport bus which never waited for me and I had to run and catch. :(
I would stuff myself with extra clothing ; mufflers ; jackets and I used to look like a bloated Pankhri :) and then run for the bus.
The glass panes on the buses, which are otherwise intact, were sure to break in the winters, and the killing cold would come and fill my lungs with ice.
And now While I am working I just see people around and feel such a longing for being in their place. Now I don’t have to bear the cold coz I sit in an air-conditioned office which insulates me from the real weather :(
Ahh...I can go on writing about the winters like that.....
I would end my nostalgia by quoting an article by Santosh Desai(TOI): I did not wanted to reproduce them in my own words :
Can any idea of heaven improve upon the thought of lying snug in bed on a winter morning inside a quilt with a hot cup of tea? There is no feeling as complete or as secure and certainly none where we can savour every passing moment so cloudlessly, almost.
Nothing is sweeter than the gradual browned warmth that seeps into us as we enter icy-limbed into the quilt, and get slowly cooked in our own natural body heat. The clammy separateness of our limbs dissolves into the warm fullness of belonging. The quilt re-circulates our own heat made of cotton, there is nothing intrinsically heat producing about the quilt; all the warmth created is our own. The quilt suspends the warmth in time and we bask in it.
As I write the blog chill breeze comes and sends a shiver through the smoggy evening.
Winter: season of wrapped-up lovelies and mapped-out picnics. And Yes chapped lips are part of the package
:)
I love you Delhi for providing such an amazing climate
:)
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