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2.1.1 A Foggy Winter Morning

A Foggy Winter Morning

My Description

A cold and foggy morning in the winter season is named as a winter morning. It is naturally different from an everyday morning of other seasons. There is dense fog everywhere. Sometimes the fog is so dense that the sun rays cannot reach the eath through it. As a result, things can hardly be seen even at a little distance. Everything looks hazy. There is a biting cold. Morning chirping sound of birds is not heard. Birds and animals cannot come out. People in general and children get up late. Poor villagers make fire to warm themselves. When the rays of morning sun peep and fall on the dewdrop on grasses, it looks like glittering pearls. The old and poor bask in the sun to warm themselves. Everyone is busy in taking breakfast, dressing and getting ready to go their working places. Some people make delicious and sweet cakes, pias with date juice and many other things. The foggy scene of winter morning vanishes as the day advances. The sun goes up and the nature returns to a normal day. Though a winter morning is enjoyable to the rich, it brings distress to the poor for want of warm cloth.

āĻļā§€āϤ āĻ‹āϤ⧁āϤ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻ āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϕ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻžāĻšā§āĻ›āĻ¨ā§āύ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞāϕ⧇ āĻļā§€āϤ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻāϟāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻ•āĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇āχ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻ‹āϤ⧁āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋāύ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āφāϞāĻžāĻĻāĻžāĨ¤ āϏāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻ¤ā§āϰ āϘāύ āϕ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āϕ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻž āĻāϤ āϘāύ āĻšāϝāĻŧ āϝ⧇ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āϰāĻļā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ–āĻžāĻŦāĻžāϰ⧇ āĻĒ⧌āρāĻ›āĻžāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻĢāϞāĻ¸ā§āĻŦāϰ⧂āĻĒ, āϏāĻžāĻŽāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻĻā§‚āϰāĻ¤ā§āĻŦ⧇āĻ“ āϜāĻŋāύāĻŋāϏāϗ⧁āϞāĻŋ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āĻ•āĻŽāχ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āϏāĻŦāĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻāĻžāĻĒāϏāĻž āϞāĻžāĻ—āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻ•āĻžāĻŽāĻĄāĻŧ āĻ āĻžāĻŖā§āĻĄāĻž āφāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāĻ–āĻŋāϰ āĻ•āĻŋāϚāĻŋāϰāĻŽāĻŋāϚāĻŋāϰ āĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻ āĻļā§‹āύāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻĒāĻžāĻ–āĻŋ āĻ“ āĻĒāĻļ⧁āĻĒāĻžāĻ–āĻŋ āĻŦ⧇āϰ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āϏāĻžāϧāĻžāϰāĻŖ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻļāĻŋāĻļ⧁āϰāĻž āĻĻ⧇āϰāĻŋāϤ⧇ āϘ⧁āĻŽ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻ“āϠ⧇āĨ¤ āĻĻāϰāĻŋāĻĻā§āϰ āĻ—ā§āϰāĻžāĻŽāĻŦāĻžāϏ⧀āϰāĻž āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ—āϰāĻŽ āĻ•āϰāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āφāϗ⧁āύ āĻœā§āĻŦāĻžāϞāĻžāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇āϰ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āϰāĻļā§āĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻ–āύ āωāρāĻ•āĻŋ āĻŽā§‡āϰ⧇ āϘāĻžāϏ⧇āϰ āĻļāĻŋāĻļāĻŋāϰāĻŦāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ⧁āϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āϤāĻ–āύ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧ āĻāϞāĻŽāϞ⧇ āĻŽā§āĻ•ā§āϤ⧋āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋āĨ¤ āĻŦ⧃āĻĻā§āϧ āĻ“ āĻ—āϰ⧀āĻŦ āϰ⧋āĻĻ⧇ āĻāĻžāρāϕ⧁āύāĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ—āϰāĻŽ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĨ¤ āϏāĻŦāĻžāχ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇āϰ āύāĻžāĻ¸ā§āϤāĻž āϏ⧇āϰ⧇, āĻĒā§‹āĻļāĻžāĻ• āĻĒāϰāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ•āĻžāĻœā§‡āϰ āϜāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻ—āĻžāϝāĻŧ āϝāĻžāĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻĒā§āϰāĻ¸ā§āϤ⧁āϤ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ¸ā§āϤāĨ¤ āϕ⧇āω āϕ⧇āω āϏ⧁āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻĻ⧁ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŽāĻŋāĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āϕ⧇āĻ•, āϖ⧇āϜ⧁āϰ⧇āϰ āϰāϏ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĒāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāϏ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāϰāĻ“ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āϤ⧈āϰāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĨ¤ āĻļā§€āϤ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇āϰ āϕ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻžāĻšā§āĻ›āĻ¨ā§āύ āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝ āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻŦāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇ āĻŽāĻŋāϞāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝ āωāϠ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĒā§āϰāĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻ• āĻĻāĻŋāύ⧇ āĻĢāĻŋāϰ⧇ āφāϏ⧇āĨ¤ āĻļā§€āϤ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ āϧāύ⧀āĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϛ⧇ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻ• āĻšāϞ⧇āĻ“ āĻ—āϰāĻŽ āĻ•āĻžāĻĒāĻĄāĻŧ⧇āϰ āĻ…āĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āĻ—āϰ⧀āĻŦāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻˇā§āϟ āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧāĨ¤

Or,

A foggy winter morning is cold and dismal and is covered with mist. Everything seems hazy. One can hardly see and identify things at a distance. The grasses below are wet with dew and sparkle like pearls in the sunbeams. People in warm clothes to keep themselves warm look strange. The old people shiver in cold. People gather straw and make fires at different places to bask in the heat. Then the sun peeps over the eastern horizon and starts rising. Nature takes on a charming aspect. The touch of the sun-rays makes the birds and beasts quite happy. Farmers go to the fields and begin their day’s work. With the advancing sun, people shirk off the feeling of cold and set about their usual course of work. Then the scene of mist and fog disappears and the sunny morning paves the way for man’s daily duties.

āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āϕ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻžāĻšā§āĻ›āĻ¨ā§āύ āĻļā§€āϤ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ āĻ āĻžāĻŖā§āĻĄāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻŖā§āĻŖ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϕ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻĸāĻžāĻ•āĻžāĨ¤ āϏāĻŦāĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻāĻžāĻĒāϏāĻž āϞāĻžāĻ—āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āϕ⧇āω āĻĻā§‚āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āϜāĻŋāύāĻŋāϏ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ āĻ“ āĻļāύāĻžāĻ•ā§āϤ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āύāĻŋāĻšā§‡āϰ āϘāĻžāϏāϗ⧁āϞ⧋ āĻļāĻŋāĻļāĻŋāϰ⧇ āϭ⧇āϜāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āφāϞ⧋āϤ⧇ āĻŽā§āĻ•ā§āϤ⧋āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋ āĻāĻ•āĻāϕ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ—āϰāĻŽ āϜāĻžāĻŽāĻžāĻ•āĻžāĻĒāĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āωāĻˇā§āĻŖ āϰāĻžāĻ–āϤ⧇ āĻ…āĻĻā§āϭ⧁āϤ āϞāĻžāϗ⧇āĨ¤ āĻŦ⧃āĻĻā§āϧāϰāĻž āĻ āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻ•āĻžāρāĻĒāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ—āϰāĻŽā§‡ āϤāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ­āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āύ āϜāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻ—āĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻ–āĻĄāĻŧ āϕ⧁āĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āφāϗ⧁āύ āĻœā§āĻŦāĻžāϞāĻžāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝ āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŦ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ—āĻ¨ā§āϤ⧇ āωāρāĻ•āĻŋ āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āωāĻ āϤ⧇ āĻļ⧁āϰ⧁ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĨ¤ āĻĒā§āϰāĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻŋ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŽāύ⧀āϝāĻŧ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ• āύ⧇āϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āϰāĻļā§āĻŽāĻŋāϰ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻļ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāĻ–āĻŋ āĻ“ āĻĒāĻļ⧁āϰāĻž āĻŦ⧇āĻļ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻ•ā§ƒāώāĻ•āϰāĻž āĻŽāĻžāϠ⧇ āĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāύ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϜ āĻļ⧁āϰ⧁ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŽāĻŦāĻ°ā§āϧāĻŽāĻžāύ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇, āϞ⧋āϕ⧇āϰāĻž āĻ āĻžāĻŖā§āĻĄāĻžāϰ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§‚āϤāĻŋ āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻ• āĻ•āĻžāϜ āĻļ⧁āϰ⧁ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āϕ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϕ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻžāϰ āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝ āĻ…āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϰ⧌āĻĻā§āϰ⧋āĻœā§āĻœā§āĻŦāϞ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻĻ⧈āύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻ•āĻ°ā§āϤāĻŦā§āϝ⧇āϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒā§āϰāĻļāĻ¸ā§āϤ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĨ¤

My Feelings on a foggy winter morning

Winter mornings create a strange feeling in people’s minds. How depressed the mind becomes when you look around in the fog. Although we are a little overwhelmed in winter, this winter morning has a wonderful look. Winter morning by removing the black curtain of the night and gifting a sunny golden day.

āĻļā§€āϤ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻāĻ• āĻ…āĻĻā§āϭ⧁āϤ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§‚āϤāĻŋ āϤ⧈āϰāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĨ¤ āϕ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϚāĻžāϰāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇ āĻŽāύāϟāĻž āϕ⧇āĻŽāύ āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻ¨ā§āύ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻļā§€āϤ⧇ āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āφāĻšā§āĻ›āĻ¨ā§āύ āĻšāϞ⧇āĻ“ āĻāχ āĻļā§€āϤ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞāϟāĻž āĻ…āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŦ āϰ⧂āĻĒ āϧāĻžāϰāĻŖ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĨ¤ āĻļā§€āϤ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ āϰāĻžāϤ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻĻāĻž āϏāϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϏ⧋āύāĻžāϞ⧀ āϰ⧋āĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāύ āωāĻĒāĻšāĻžāϰ āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧāĨ¤

Or,

Winter is my favourite season because I can taste sweet foods like date juice and various types of cakes in winter. The trees and grass look fresh and new in the winter, and I take pleasure in it.

āĻļā§€āϤāĻ•āĻžāϞ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻ‹āϤ⧁ āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϖ⧇āϜ⧁āϰ⧇āϰ āϰāϏ⧇āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋ āĻŽāĻŋāĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āĻ–āĻžāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻļā§€āϤ⧇ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ­āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āύ āϧāϰāύ⧇āϰ āϕ⧇āĻ• āϖ⧇āϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŋāĨ¤ āĻ—āĻžāĻ› āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϘāĻžāϏ āĻļā§€āϤāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇ āϤāĻžāϜāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāϤ⧇ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻĒāĻžāχāĨ¤