The most beautiful thing about this place is the winter.It is beautiful because it allows you to lie on the bed or sit inside the rajai the whole day without feeling guilty about it.It is beautiful because there is something about the winter; the mist , the chill or the warmth of the sweater that makes you feel content with the surroundings, the people and the world.
Here winter starts with the Diwali.That is a good thing.Diwali brings those sweets,the sweets that are made in milk and the winter associates itself with those sweets.Besides the Kunthan sweets and Prakash sweets near the IIT, makeshift shops are set up along the corners that give sweets packed in sharp rectangular boxes.If I go to old Roorkee which is on the other side of the Ganga Canal the red and yellow laddus, white agra peddas, milk pedas and its varieties with variety of colours set in the open, give a visual treat to the eyes.The Patiala lassi shop at one end of civil lines is active with the garam milk with cream topping.Chats at Maheshwari chat bhandar is better because chat tastes better in the cold.
Roorkee seems to look inward in the cold.Or perhaps she is not looking anywhere and is hibernating like a black bear. She may be looking in the direction of the Himalayas in search of her soul or she may be just ruminating on her past watching the heavy ten tyred carrier trucks that occasionally move past the place seeming to travel from nowhere to nowhere.
Roorkee seems to look inward in the cold.Or perhaps she is not looking anywhere and is hibernating like a black bear. She may be looking in the direction of the Himalayas in search of her soul or she may be just ruminating on her past watching the heavy ten tyred carrier trucks that occasionally move past the place seeming to travel from nowhere to nowhere.
