This story is based on the weather after monsoon and rains have abated. The weather becomes so suffocating due to the humidity and pollution.
No, I should not call it a foggy morning, because it is not the fog but smog which descends on the earth during these days of the year. The monsoon has ebbed and except for an occasional shower there are no rains.
The weather has become muggy and suffocating. It is not clear and there is a lot of heat accumulating over the earth. A pall of heat covers the earth.
There is lot of humidity and when the night become clear, in the mornings with the drop of temperature, smog begins to form. In fact it was so dense today that nothing was visible even a short distance away.
The moving figures of people looked like wraiths, suddenly appearing and disappearing round the corners. Fog seems to be floating here and there, over the tree tops, inside the boughs, hovering over the buildings making them appear and disappear now and then.
The tree dripped the water which had condensed on the leaves in the night and coalesce to become drops heavy enough to stay up and fall on to the earth. It seemed that the trees were weeping but why or for what is not known only to them.
It is the school time. Children in their uniforms, unwillingness on their faces prodded towards the building called school. Some come on vehicles like buses from far off places, other riding with their parents who have great hopes for the bright future of their children, and others who live in the colony on feet.
Walking in this scene looked as if one was walking a dream. Other figures seemed to be gliding like particles in a colloid. Whenever there was a wisp of air, the fog seem to be shifting places sometimes giving way to the sun rays.
The rays looked like shafts or threads of silk. As the day progressed the mist began to thin away and completely disappeared by the time most people wake up. They even didn’t know that when they were asleep, this magical phenomenon was unfolding outside their home.