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Outside, the whole scene looks different and new, as if a giant brush has
applied white strokes to everything around me.
“I had only seen pictures of this you know in foreign calendars and
postcards,” Varun says. The snow crumbles softly under my feet and I love the
soft crunching sound. Varun and me leave a trail of Reebok prints on the snow.
We make for the lake. The whole street looks so different now and it is a white,
bright almost surreal with the sunlight reflecting and bouncing off trees and
homes. Far off, we see a snow mobile clearing up the street. Children in their
furry winter clothes and thick soft caps throw snowballs at the snow mobile
man. He drives on by, unaffected. The kids retaliate with a heavier arsenal of
snow balls. Varun and me laugh. The lake’s level has risen and the ducks still
swim on it though near the banks water is frozen and the pattern of ripples is
firmly captured in thin ice. The bare branches of the trees are highlighted with
the white settled on it.
“So what do you think?” I ask him proudly, pleased to see him happy.
“Looks great, wonderful!”
“Aren’t you going to settle down here, like everyone else?” He asks then
catches a few snowflakes on his tongue.
“I don’t know.”
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