from previous.....

.....winter was at its peak, with fajar azan sherdil left his bed and went up on the terrace , entire  surroundings were covered in thick layers of  fog, , ge softly  walked up to his  corner  where his black jersey was hanging  that he checked if it was dry,  cursing  the fog , he realized  how impossible it is to keep things dry in such a weather,  , over clever  the little boy was but Sherwin will definitely see to it he goes to school,  he pulled his damp jersey and wrapped himself tight in the warm  shawl and  shivering  came down 

Under theshed bebe had lighted  the  fire for cooking,  nearby  near the stairs  another  log fire to keep the  area warm was burning,  walking quickly he came to sit down on the steps,  taking out the damp jersey from his side he began to  dry it on the log fire , bebe  was making  dough balls for  parathas  and  also looking at him, he was irritated  and impatient,  he was flipping and waving the jersey,  the waving motion  sent chilling   biting  winds  hitting bebe like harsh hunter  bebe hit him with a tong , he jumped off from his place,  the jersey  almost fell from his hands into the fire