Manjula goes blogging...

I grew up in a place where the seasons were Hot, Hotter, and Hottest. So, it
is one of my dreams to see snow fall, to watch a snowstorm….perhaps one of
these days…but in the meantime I got to witness a sandstorm in the Sahara.
Swirling sand particles everywhere, sand in the house, sand outside the house,
sand in your mouth, sand in your ears and nose, and the insistent hum of sand
against closed wooden shutters - no escape from sand - it felt like the beach
had turned into a monster! The roads kept getting blocked by shifting sand
mounds and bulldozers had to work hard to keep the roads clear and prevent
accidents. It reminded me of descriptions of snowstorms….but I imagine falling
snow is more magical….