I remember those early years, when I was a brand-new immigrant in a new soil, when the falling snowflakes were a miraculous novelty to my tropical eyes. Sitting by the window, I stared wide-eyed at the expansive sky dropping pinches of white cotton candy. That sense of marvel lingered when my children wonderingly watched the first snowfall, sitting on my lap, pointing towards the white blanket with stout fingers.
My wonder is still as fresh as the first day when my bewitched eyes watched the falling snow. Now, year after year, returns the mystic season, bringing along holly berries, faint carols, crackling logs in the fireplace, and that incredible sense of hope December brings along, glowing in my hopeful heart, the flame never really fading.”
From -UNDER THE BODHI TREE- by Annu Subramanian