For a moment it seemed as if we awoke on another continent.
This morning,the view outside the balcony window seemed more like Antarctica than South East England : pristine white snow peppered liberally over the road, roof-tops, steps and bare branches of shivering trees. Sometime during the night, we had a heavy snowfall and the world indeed looked different.
This seemed like an ideal day to stay indoors, to look at the flakes as they fell, to feel warm and cozy… Reality however reminded us that we had an 8 am appointment for car servicing which could not be cancelled in view of our impending move out of the area.So off we went, Mr.R and I, warmly bundled up, crunching into the snow. Surely a little blizzard couldn’t stop us Indians from making the most of an unexpected snowfall.
After making our way through crawling traffic and handing over the car, we deliberated what to do for the next two hours till the car was being looked at. Our original plan was to trek back home – we figured that it would make a nice early morning walk. Of course, that plan was before the flakes started coming down with a fury. As the snow stung my eyes and bit through my carefully moisturized skin, the voice of Julie Andrews echoed somewhere in my brain singing “…snowflakes on my nose and eyelashes….” from ‘These are a few of my favorite things’. I was enjoying myself thoroughly.
Mr.R and I then did the sensible thing. Instead of walking home and then back again to pick up the car, we walked to the superstore nearby and had a leisurely breakfast. That done, we browsed through nearby shops and then decided to take a little walk through the snow just to see where the road led. It was fun walking on the footpath, watching the snowflakes come down hard, covering grass, road, humans and vehicles alike. No discrimination there.
It was like being in one of those little glass snowdomes that are popular souvenirs – the kind which you shake and it snows on whatever place is being depicted inside. For a moment it was surreal, this morning. And I was glad to be out there enjoying it.
The snowfall has stopped now, as I write. It’s about 5.30 and dark already. The days are getting longer though. The weather forecast predicts that it’ll get worse toward the weekend before it gets any better. Bring on the snow, it doesn’t scare this Indian. Not yet, anyway 🙂
I hear Mumbai and Goa are having a cold spell too. Stay warm, folks. Poor Kashmir is inundated with snow too, I read, killing many people. Either nature or bullets, life’s not easy there.
Well, winter will be over soon. The spring-summer collections are already out, reassuring us that the seasons WILL change. Like everything else.
Whosoever wishes to know about the world
must learn about it in its particular details.
Knowledge is not intelligence.
In searching for the truth be ready for the unexpected.
Change alone is unchanging.
The same road goes both up and down.
The beginning of a circle is also its end.
Not I, but the world says it: all is one.
And yet everything comes in season.
Heraklietos of Ephesos