A Foggy Morning

Description

The sound of dew dripping from the leaves of the trees and the chirping of the birds moved my rural life past the winter. The sun was busy making itself known in the eastern sky in a sheet of sluggishness and a puff of mist, the dewdrops glittered like pearls on the grassy knolls in the soft sunlight. A cold winter’s morning! Who doesn’t like to visit the village? The sun broke through the window in the morning, but because of the cold, I slept in a blanket! All of a sudden I was struck by the sweet smell in the air. On the other hand, a group of children were walking barefoot on the Shishirbheja metropolis. I also used to accompany them, and after walking a little, my eyes used to meet with beautiful mustard seeds.