A visit to Chandigarh Rose Festival.
As the temperature rockets I miss
winters. Being born and bred in South India, I seldom understood the eagerness with
which North Indians looked forward to the winter and the treats that come with
it. The cool, rather cold temperature is welcomed with joy (I was like duh!!! This
year night temperature dropped to 1.5 degree C and did not rise above 6 degrees
C for about 10 days. Brrrr). There is a frenzy of activity – the winter comforters
are aired/dry cleaned, the colourful winter clothes, pashmina shawls, phirans
are ready for display.
The vegetable market is filled
with energy and residents rush to pick up the sweet red carrot for yummy gajar ka halwa, and mustard leaf for the
sarson ka saag! To top it all, it is
a delight to drive around Chandigarh where every household plants winter
flowers in their garden and every rotary in the city is brimming with colourful, vibrant
flowers.
In brief, I am a winter convert!
Towards the end of this joyful season
arrives India’s largest Rose Festival in the month of February. How could I
miss it?
As I look out of the window
towards the blazing heat that promises to cross 42 degree C next week, I miss
winter. In memory, and anticipation of the coming winter, I am posting the photo essay of
the Rose Festival I visited at Zakir Rose Garden at Sector 16, Chandigarh
titled ‘White is my colour of Rose’.
Photo essay ‘White is my colour of Rose’
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