Cold and stressed, that’s how Anuradha Bhatia recalls her Delhi winter mornings. The routine would begin with her waking up at the crack of dawn, resisting the unforgiving chill. And then rushing her kids through their morning rituals followed by a hurried sprint with a torch in hand to the bus stop. “It was torture! The worst part was one could not even figure out which school’s bus had arrived — is it Delhi Public School, Modern or Bal Bharati? They all looked the same in the fog and they would arrive at the same time. Thank god, we’re past that stage!” she heaves a sigh of a relief.
