Winter for me isn't about Santa Clause or Christmas Carols. it is neither about christmas stars nor stuffed turkey. It is also not about visiting friends or wine and dine.
It is for me a fight for a breath of air, a struggle to survive winter after winter. When the cold wind blows, I take cover in dark blankets and keep indoor. When I suffer from an asthmatic attack I crave for the free oxygen, that I end up paying in a hospital for a ventillation cylinder.
I have forgotten the days when I have relished an icecream or a cold drink. Winter for me is half burial and half arisal.
Have a happy winter...lol!
Causes Sumathi Mohan Supports
Child education, eradication of child labour and child marriages, promotion of education in slum areas. free thinking. MV Foundation, Hyderabad. CRY.