Cold Wave Grips the Hills: Mercury Dips to Zero.
The chill is back in Abu! Bonfires glow, tea stalls buzz, and the air smells of roasted peanuts. While the rest of Rajasthan shivers, our little hill station turns into a cosy corner of winter delight.
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| The temperature on December 1, 2022, at Mount Abu Raj. |
Photo, per kind favour, Anil Babar
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| A green mantle adorns Mount Abu. |
Mount Abu, Rajasthan’s lone hill station, is once again in the grip of a biting cold wave. The Meteorological Department has issued an alert for severe cold across the state, as icy winds sweeping down from Kashmir and Himachal Pradesh make their presence felt in the Aravalli ranges.
In the last two days of November, the temperature began its steady descent, and by the first day of December, Mount Abu recorded a chilling zero degrees Celsius. Last night, it hovered just above freezing, hinting that sub-zero temperatures are only days away.
Each winter brings a familiar flurry of reports and social media captions declaring, “Snowfall in Mount Abu!” or “Abu turns white this winter.” While these headlines make great tourism buzz, they’re far from the truth. It doesn’t snow in Mount Abu. What visitors see blanketing the fields in white is frost—frozen dew and moisture that accumulate overnight, transforming the landscape into a shimmering, snow-like spectacle by dawn.
This natural illusion, however, works wonders for tourism. The “frosty hills of Rajasthan” draw visitors in droves, eager to experience the chill and click photographs that could be mistaken for scenes from the Himalayas.
For travellers planning a winter getaway, warm clothing is a must. The mornings and evenings are cold, though the days remain pleasant. Whether you’re strolling around Nakki Lake, hiking to Guru Shikhar, or soaking in the forest silence trails, Mount Abu in December has its own serene magic.
As for the locals, they greet the season in their own timeless ways. Bonfires flicker in the lanes after dusk, children huddle around steaming cups of chai, and the smell of roasted peanuts drifts through the bazaar. Woollen caps, mufflers, and laughter are everywhere. In the crisp night air, Abu feels both ancient and alive — a place where winter doesn’t just visit, it settles in with quiet dignity.
Rajasthan’s desert chill finds its most enchanting form here — in this Abode of the Gods, where frost glitters like snow and warmth comes not just from fire, but from the spirit of the people.
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