Another Foggy Day

It was not a cold morning, so when I reached school, I was more than a little surprised to see that it resembled a hill-station once more.
Once again, there was no school.

I stepped out of the warm bus and was astounded to see that when I breathed, there was steam coming out of my nostrils!
Perhaps it’s necessary to mention here that sometimes, when everyone else can create steam by breathing out, I often can’t. My breath, I’ve concluded before, simply is not warm enough.

“Good morning,” two colleagues greeted me.

I was still so caught up with the smoke coming out from my nostrils that I did not even think about my unconventional response to their greeting. “Good morning, I feel like a dragon!”