ravings, rantings and ramblings
A biting, cold morning. Very foggy with low visibility. The sun lazily overpowering the fog, for a while, before vanishing yet again. The icy breeze beating on my cheeks and nose as I took one long cycle-rickshaw ride through the streets of Indirapuram, on the outskirts of New Delhi. Pit stop for a quick energy kick – bananas to the rescue. And then, another long ride back. There is a certain je ne sais quois about winters that makes it warmer than summers.