Today morning at 7 Bangalore was white - with fog. At least my part of Bangalore was. And as I rode on my bicycle into the more or less deserted streets of my residential layout , I couldn't help noticing the conflicting emotions I felt. The cold air whistling part the hair is a great joy. At the same time, the low visibility (reduced further due to my glasses fogging over) is a threat. One could hardly see beyond 25 metres and any vehicle coming towards me at great speed could be a danger. Not because I wouldn't notice it; rather because I suspected the vehicle driver would not notice me! I think I need to fix a headlight on my bicycle if the early morning whiteout continues in Bangalore for some more time.