It was not a cold morning, so when I reached school, I was more than a little surprised to see that it resembled a hill-station once more.
Once again, there was no school.
I stepped out of the warm bus and was astounded to see that when I breathed, there was steam coming out of my nostrils!
Perhaps it’s necessary to mention here that sometimes, when everyone else can create steam by breathing out, I often can’t. My breath, I’ve concluded before, simply is not warm enough.
“Good morning,” two colleagues greeted me.
I was still so caught up with the smoke coming out from my nostrils that I did not even think about my unconventional response to their greeting. “Good morning, I feel like a dragon!”
: )
You were right.
On both counts.
🙂 What two counts?
That you looked (probably) looked like a dragon. And, that I like your post.
: )
Whoops.
Extra looked.
😀