It was his first, a winter so cold that he would joke about death rather than experience it, but this season's winter would change how Takash felt about it. He was a hard worker, just like all the other men in the village, working in the fields from dawn to dusk. He had a wife, two children; his hut was one of the first to get the sun's rays in the morning, which he liked. But none of that mattered much once winter arrived. Food was scarce, even the rich and schoolchildren could barely resist. On one particularly frigid night, the family needed a bigger fire than ever. The man decided to get wood from their warehouse. As the man brought more and made a second trip, he did not notice the spark that fell on his wife's blanket. The fire quickly spread to the cotton blanket, quickly devoured the fabric and then engulfed the woman. She woke up and noticed the fire around her; she panicked and ran around the hut. She screamed and screamed but nothing could stop her, as the fire took her life she dropped to the ground near the wooden walls. Soon the fire had t...