A winter morning is misty and cold. Everywhere there is dense fog. Everything looks hazy. At a distance everything appears indistinct. The fog covers the tell trees. Sometimes it envelopes the whole surrounding. Dew-drops fall at night. So when the sun rise in the morning, they look like glittering pearls on grass and plants. Farmers in their torn clothes and shivering in cold go to the fields with ‘hooka’ in their hands. The children of the poor people gather straw and make fires to warm themselves. Some people come out to sell date-juice. Children eat sweetmeats made of date-juice. When the sun rises up , the fog melts away.
