Winter Time In India ✦

“It’s going to be colder tomorrow,” his father said, pulling his muffler up again.

“What if the fog never lifts?” Sameer asked one morning, his eyes wide. “What if the whole world just stays like this, soft and silent?” winter time in india

The park was a ghost world. The fog clung to the bare branches of the gulmohar trees, turning spiderwebs into silver lace. The grass was crisp with frost, and their every breath created ephemeral dragons. They wouldn’t play cricket; the ball was a white phantom that disappeared in the murk. Instead, they’d sit on a cold stone bench, crack the peanuts, and talk. “It’s going to be colder tomorrow,” his father