Like cotton ball fog rolls... When the doors open fog slips... Cool feel wraps our soul... Fog is the emblem of winter an ornamental existence.
Winter brings fog. Everything hides under the soft cool fog. Once we had a rare experience of fog on our way to Silchar. It was a winter night .Our journey was delayed because of car problem. Ah! throughout the remaining journey through Jayantia hill fog played hide and seek game with us. Fog blurred the path. Fog entered in to our car. We shivered but enjoyed. During Winter whenever I open doors and windows I feel the existence of fog. Fog envelops our surroundings in such a way that one fail to find the presence of hills house etc... Sky mingles with the scenario.
Over the closed window fog paints winter picture and waits for morning. Petals becomes soft by the smooth touch of fog. I often try to draw with my fingertip over fog... an invisible picture. I fumble for the memories of other days even today when fog forms in the winter. Over the paddy field fog floats. Fog is the beauty of winter. Anyone can feel the fog without any hardship. It's a gift of NATURE.