A Mist-y Story…
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Today I woke up at my usual time for the morning walk. Got dressed up and switched off the light in my room. Suddenly the room was dark. I checked the time, 5.50 AM. Even if I was 5 mins late as compared to my usual time, it was not dawn till now. Strange. My window has glass shields, so my room also becomes lighted by that time. So I opened the balcony door and to my surprise, I found the thickest fog of this winter season up-to now. It was so thick that the buildings near to my flat were only partially visible and if you look little beyond them, then you will see nothing… just a white blanket of mist, spread for yards and yards ahead of you.
Mist in Kolkata
As I stood there at the balcony, the fog floated towards me. I could feel the chill as the tiny droplets got deposited on my bare hands. My nose was so cold that I started to have doubt about its existence. When I was younger, I used to get fascinated about this whole foggy thing. I used to stand by the window and let the cold breeze along with the mist touch my face. Most probably it was all those hindi movie scenes where the hero-heroine duo sing and dance in some badiyaan of Kashmir or Shimla, that made me to have this likeness for mist. My parents would come and scold me for standing there at the window as they were afraid that I would catch a cold… And I always did. But then, I used think that when I will grow older and stay alone somewhere in those high-altitude place then I will roam around in fog. Kids are so optimistic 
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Can you see the coconut trees?
But today, when I am actually a grown up and staying alone (though not at any of those pure romantic places), I behaved like a grown up and did not go for the morning walk. Reason being the same, I may catch a cold and with that another reason, the security. Later I thought that along this road of growing up, I am losing so many things. I lost my childhood somewhere back there. It seemed as-if, I will just turn around and will see myself running in this fog all alone. I asked myself, did I gain anything at all (barring the extra pounds that I trying so hard to get off me) by this process of growing up? Answer was, Not much. So why did I grow up even? I never wanted this uncertainty in my life; Could have gone to the NeverLand and stayed there instead. I imagined, a cold morning and I wake up in NeverLand and see the fog in front of me. I would have collected jars and jars of fog so that I could enjoy with these fog in all those non-foggy days.
Two early risers as mysitfied as me
Life, I tell you, is so strange. When you are a small child, you can’t wait to grow up and once you grow up you want the childhood back. Today morning’s mist faded out slowly, but I don’t know when the mist that surrounds my life will fade off.
