It was my first winter in Glasgow. The snow was yet to arrive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The snow did arrive, in drifts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had been chauffeured around in Madras, now I had to fend my way in swirling snow in a cold Glasgow, on buses and public transport. Snow was beautiful. The feel of the snowflakes falling on my skin was gentle, like a caress. The touch of a snowflake melting in my grasp was wonderful. I even tasted the melted snow in my hand, cold and lovely, its beauty was overwhelming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A snowball fight between kids or young adults made me crouch in fear. I was still getting used to walking without slipping on ice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was young and ready to try anything. I even ventured into the Swiss Alps for a skiing trip organised for school kids, in the school where I was teaching. The trip was for a week and I stayed in the nursery slopes still trying to master the snowplough as the young kids whizzed past me and moved on to the higher slopes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Skiing in the snow seemed such an alien concept to me and often had to pinch myself that I was there in the pristine snow-clad Alps. I fell more than I skied but it was a wonderful experience for me. I visited an uncle who was with the United Nations and he introduced me to Raclette, a cheese fondue dish I had not tasted in Madras.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Winters in Glasgow would have a few snowfalls, usually in the months of January or February of most years. Frost, icy pavements were common during winter and I had got used to them. Warm clothing and heavy winter boots made sure that I could cope fine with the snow and ice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holidays in Madras during the summer break at school was the norm and I found that the heat and humidity hard to bear. One could wrap up against the cold but heat was so draining.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What a change for a girl from Madras to say that the summer in Madras was unbearable?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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