It was 7.30 in the morning when I came out. I could see literally nothing; the fog was overpowering the entire area and hindering my normal view range. Qutub was awake too. We came out and was greeted by the production boy, who gave us hot typically made tea. The cold foggy weather coupled with a hot sip from the steel glass felt like 'fatafati...puro jomey kheer'! (I had to write the feeling in my native tongue since I am unable to express the feeling in any other language)