Waking up to ice sticking to trees and foggy glass windows, I groaned internally. As much as I knew I was not heading out to work in the slush I had to clear the driveway to make way for the service technician who was to look at our heater. Fortified by good Kaapi and bread, I dressed in layers and headed out to shovel for the first time in my life. The snow looked deceptively fluffy till I heaved the first load off the ground. Boy! was I mistaken. Frozen solid, I had to literally break the snow and ice in chunks before clearing it slowly. Amma emboldened by my adventure followed suit in her saree, winter jacket and open toed sandals. Armed with a smaller shovel she jabbed at the ice on the entrance to the house. After enough jabs it was just about loose to clear. Working in tandem we managed to clear the driveway for just about one car to make its way in or out.
Trudging back inside as I rested the shovel I realized how much my arms ached. And also realized how much I had taken for granted. Eight winters and this was the first time I was out shoveling snow. I felt sorry for poor K and decided he will have help next time he is out there in the cold battling the snow and ice.
Back inside the warmth of the house my heart goes out to the road crews who are out in force so the rest of us can zip through the roadways. Here’s to the good men and women who make our lives a lot easier. Cheers!