Winter is here!
Cold face, cold hands, cold feet… Ah! It’s lovely!
The first morning that fog descended on our school was almost surreal.
It was not Pune; it could not be Pune! Cold face and all the rest, sure, I knew all that. But that kind of fog? It was as if we were on a hill-station!
We could not see things two feet away from us, let alone the school buildings. Everything was misty; school had disappeared!
Standing in queue to punch in, I realised I wasn’t the only teacher delighting in the mist. “No school!” cried one of the teachers. “The school has gone on holiday! No school! Let’s go home!”
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