Everything was white and lull. It seemed the world has turned black and white. And life was running like an inaudible movie. Fog was making it difficult to see further than a few metres and the cold wind was restraining me from moving forward. The small bundle wrapped in shawl on my back felt heavy. I pulled my clock with my unsteady hands to secure it more tightly. I could feel the numbness of my fingers and toes. My breast was aching due to shortness of breath, and with each new step, it ached more. After a few more steps, my feet disagreed to move further. I ceased. I turned back to see in the same direction from where I was coming. The trailing signs of my footsteps were making it apparent that I have come a long way. I kept gazing at my footsteps. Fatigue was overpowering my mind. The picture in front of me was turning blur. But I abstained myself from closing my eyes. I was jolted by a sudden violent gust of cold wind. It brought me back to...