Winter is coming....

There is an anticipation in the air. The morning sun is muted, even mellow. The birds have started leaving the shadows and started preening themselves in the sunshine. The milkman's voice seems a little hoarse and he clears his throat frequently. The morning tea seems a necessity, and the warmth of the tangy beverage a little bit more welcome.

The air conditioner hums seem much less obvious. Pluto gets up a trifle more slowly in the morning and prefers to raise one curious eyebrow at first. At night, watchful mothers close open windows, and down regulate the ceiling fans. Stretching hands look for some cover at night---a blanket or bed sheet  will do.

Woollens are remembered, sari pallus are tightly held over the body , shawls are taken out gradually. Full sleeves are preferred. The central air conditioning seems a little high. The roads are now covered with rain water. Once the rain stops, the dry leaves and dust would have formed a thick paste which would stick to shoes and chappals and bare foot for a long time.

The people from the hills with their coloured woolens stretched over the railings of public parks are yet to arrive in numbers. The leaves of the trees occasionally waft down--the numbers are increasing. The hint of smog is there.

(saurav)

We wrap ourselves in a cocoon of warmth.Winter is the best season of Kolkata.

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