Slowly, very slowly he is leavingEven 15 days ago, at 6 a.m., not a single ray of sunlight could be seen. Not a single person could be seen on the roads and lanes. Dewdrops could be felt. Even at 7.30 a.m, there was complete fog. The cars used to move with fog-lights. The morning-walkers hit the road only after 8 a.m. The chowkidar of the mohalla used to light fire to remain warm. No bird chirped at early morning. No flower bloomed in the gardens of my neighbours.
The day before yesterday was Lohri. Since then the situation has been changing. The first sun-rays reach my balcony at 6 a.m. Birds have started chirping in the morning. Today morning a pretty young girl came out with an old-fashioned flower-basket to pluck flowers. Perhaps she requires the flowers for the Puja in her home. I have noticed mango-buds in the mango trees of my locality. Fog has disappeared. The first batch of morning-walkers was on the road at 7 a.m.
Like a tired old man, slowly, very slowly, the winter is leaving Delhi.