Essays

It was the month of December last year. It was the coldest day of the winter season. People were finding it difficult to walk on the road. Woolen clothes were of no help.

In the morning my mother brought two hot 'potato's pranthas' with hot milk for me. I took my breakfast and left for school.

There I found every child shivering with cold even when he was covered in sweaters and a thick coat. In school our teachers taught us with all the doors and windows shut.

During the recess period there was a great rush in the canteen. The students took tea in large amounts.

As I returned from school, I passed through the local market. Very few customers had come to make purchases-

From the evening cool wind started blowing. The sky started getting over-casted. Everyone was seen in his warm clothes. Vehicles were driven with their lights on. Nothing was visible, clearly.

Sunlight looked like moonlight. Fog was seen everywhere. I was in my house. I was shivering with cold. We all sat by the fire. My mother gave us hot coffee. We kept the doors closed all the day long. Whenever I remember it, my body begins to shiver. In fact I cannot forget this cold day.