When the smog lifts

Grey, opaque mornings are a common feature for those who stay in north India. On bad days, waiting for the fog to lift is like navigating uncertainty. Time appears to stretch. Each passing second goes debating whether it's the right moment to get out of the blanket or remain under it. And then....

When you see a streak of sunlight, all things become blissful. Foggy mornings turn into melted miracles. Photos are clicked and shared as if this was, in the words of Cat Stevens' old song, 'Morning has broken/ Like the first morning'. Calls are made to friends and relatives flying out of the city - 'Saw sunlight?!'

The moment of utter joy and relief when the sun pierces through the fog is hard to describe to outsiders who are used to a steady stream. The world slowly unfolds its vibrant hues. Sunlight bathes the cityscape - for what it is - and once-hidden details become clear.


And, before you know it, obscurity collapses as people's silhouettes transform back into tangible forms. Visibility returns, bringing a sense of clarity and direction, and a newfound appreciation for the fleeting beauty that was shrouded by the nasty smog.