Winter has hit Delhi, NCR and now it's becoming colder by the day. This evening, there were light thunderstorms too. Watched it fall with a cup of steaming coffee in my hands.My thoughts took me to a passage that I had read long time ago (written by Andrew Wyeth) but felt apt now:
"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape -
the loneliness of it - the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it,
the whole story doesn't show."
What's your favorite season of the year?
"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape -
the loneliness of it - the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it,
the whole story doesn't show."
What's your favorite season of the year?
