Winter mornings are quite lazy.firstly we don’t like to get up early, the only compulsion is classes pobably , and that too when not a cup of tea or coffee comes to our rescue.this is what is hostel life anyways!
I now being in Himachal Pradesh,the northern part of India am enjoying the approaching of winters and the cold winds sweeping across my face. It is certainly a paradise with enormous greenery all around, an eye feasting scenic view rather , and when in winters it’s beauty enhances by a fold .
Every morning when I peep out of my window, I witness the Misty hills and it seems as though , mother nature has wrapped them in her blanket of mist to keep them from the shivering cold. At this view every day I feel intensely drawn to nature , and, as the days are passing the intensity of my affinity towards it is happening to rise !