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Moscow Diaries: Ice-cream at -10 degrees

Want some ice-cream?

Want some ice-cream?

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Are you a winter kid who would love to go out for a walk when it’s bone-chilling cold?

It was around -10 degrees in the evening when I was out for one of the City Tours in Moscow. While I had quite a few reservations about handling the cold before I landed in the city, I adapted myself quickly enough with more than enough layers of clothing. While on the tour, all of us decided to head to an ice-cream parlour.

Ice-cream in the middle of winter? You gotta be kidding me. But I must say that this is an experience all ice-cream lovers would truly appreciate ;). That feeling of taking each bite of the ice-cream without worrying about it melting away is priceless.

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Moscow diaries: The walk to the office..

Moscow has one of the oldest and longest tram networks in the world

Moscow has one of the oldest and longest tram networks in the world

As someone had rightly said, the best way to experience any city is by walking through the streets and taking in the sights and sounds all around. While on the first morning, I had asked my colleague to pick me up from the hotel, I decided that from the evening onwards, I would make the 20 minute journey on foot between Правды ул (Pravdy Street) and Лесная ул (Lesnaya street) where my hotel was located.

The barren trees enroute

The barren trees en-route

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100 word fiction – The frail lady

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“The crop has been destroyed due to the amount of snowfall we got this year. Wonder how I will feed my children.”

Lucy sighed as she walked slowly towards her fields. While she appeared frail with wrinkles starting to make their presence felt on her once beautiful face, she was a strong willed lady. From the time she was born, she was treated differently since she was a girl. But being the rebel she was, she always did things her own way. As was always the case, she knew that her dogged determination would help get out of this calamity.

Written as part of Friday Fictioneers prompt

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