Winter Time In: India

The winter fog over Lucknow was not a mere weather event; it was a presence. It arrived in late December, a thick, woolen blanket that muffled sounds, blurred edges, and turned the familiar city into a watercolor painting left out in the cold. For eleven-year-old Rohan, this was the best time of the year.

“It’s going to be colder tomorrow,” his father said, pulling his muffler up again. winter time in india

This year, the fog was so thick that the crowd was a collection of disembodied voices. Men in long woolen coats and patched sweaters stood in a circle, their breath mixing with the smoke from cheap cigarettes. Kaleem Bhai, with a flourish, brought out the two combatants. One was a massive, dark-feathered brute with a neck like a wrestler. The other was a smaller, fiery-red bird with a surprising viciousness in its eye. The winter fog over Lucknow was not a

But the heart of the winter, the event they both awaited with trembling excitement, was the annual Murgi Bazaar —the chicken market—held on the last Sunday of December. It wasn't a market for buying, but for watching. The local butcher, a giant of a man named Kaleem Bhai, would set up a makeshift arena in an empty lot. The event was a rooster fight—illegal, dangerous, and utterly mesmerizing to a boy’s eyes. “It’s going to be colder tomorrow,” his father