when I look at the winter evenings I feel that the sky‘s gloom of Suns absence has descended on earth and together they mourn. Through the dense fog even the trees look like homeless living beings living out their punishment.

At this time a mortal human even the most adventurous one can’t help but think of the warmth of being at home. Winters is a season when the warmth of the family steps down from its philosophical pedestal and takes real shape when only one corner suffices for all in the whole big living room. This time one can only pray for friends that they too should be with their family’

This season is especially designed to harden things but melt even the most hardened hearts .
I love winters but can't help thinking who do not have the means to go through it.