Frozen Love
The dead yet living trees were brushed by the chilly breeze. A dim glow is getting stronger. As it drew nearer, the source was recognized. A lantern was present. Now I can see the eerie hands holding the lantern. The individual, who was covered in an old rag, sought to unwrap himself by reaching out with his other hand. As I could hear my heart beating quickly, I held my breath. My eyes were shutting in terror as he advanced slowly towards me and my hand started to go numb. I wanted to run, so why was I unable to? Finally! he unveiled; it was none other than winter, “the winter season”. Winter is like a cherry on the cake for foodies. Starting with jaggery and ending with delicious cakes. The Christmas bells elevate the festive moods. (PC: Shreya Giri,unfiltered) Now, coming back to busy bee. Warning :Mr. Jaggery don’t you dare compete with honey . I must admit t...