It’s a cold snowy day in Pittsburgh. And devastatingly beautiful. Something I never saw in the part of India I come from. Although many complain about the streets and many accidents along the way, all I see is the serene landscape and a world apparently at peace. The kids, bundled up like overstuffed dolls, run around outside building snowmen, having snowball fights, sledding, and squealing with delight.
Although many friends warned me of the bitter cold in northern U.S. and advised that we settle down in the warmer south, I love the snow, the seasons, and the pristine beauty of Pittsburgh. At the same time, I am content in the knowledge that warmer days are ahead.