It started somewhere in the corner of India, around late 1820s. People were having their dinner, cursing the winter. Rich people asusual enjoyed the winter by having delicious food, wearing warm clothes, being under warm blanket and letting their body to get warm by sitting near fireplace and they moved least from their bed as they had servants for any sort work to be done. Those servants were torn apart by winter and masters very brutally,they cursed this winter and their masters.But they were helpless as they had to do it for their livelihood.
Beggars suffered a lot in winter, many die during this winter in the fire of hunger and homelessness.The wind had so force in it that it could be heard clearly,by being inside the home,as if someone was singing a song. It was time to sleep.Entire village fell in sound sleep.
Lafura came running to the village.The expression on his face was so evil that no one could understand it.His face had expression of being evil,as if he had achieved something which was beyond the human's reach,he had tension on his face. He was sweating very badly,his forehead was covered with sweat, drops of sweat was rolling down on his cheeks and a heavy drop of sweat was just swinging down on his tip of long nose.His eyes had lot to say and was shining like a star.
By seeing him one could say for sure that,he has brought bad wind along with him. His cloack was filled with mud. His shoes were dirty.He was panting like a dog.
On reaching village,he screamed"wake up people... wake up...it's not the time to sleep".By saying that 50years old Lafur fell apart.