On a heavy, foggy afternoon, Dev looked out the window of his hostel room and saw nothing, just like his future. The fourth and final semester of his master's degree was about to end and he had no idea about what was next. Till now, getting into the next course was always an escape, but now he seemed like running out of ideas, just like his packets of Maggi. Yesterday, Dev's hostel mess closed for winter vacation, and he thought of his future, or the lack of it, and rushed towards Laali's room. 'Oye' said Laali to Dev, 'Will you break it or what?' he continued. 'Good you came by; we are out of stock. Just look at the weather, we need it'. Let's go now, it may snow later. Dev nodded in agreement as they had just partied last night and needed another bottle of "Old Monk". Maggi could surely wait. Tonight, maybe the wisdom of 'Old Monk' will provide some insight to my future, which the classrooms of Summerhill university have eluded from me till now, Dev thought. The next day after heavy snow always has clear skies. Will Dev be there to see his future, then?. Welcome to the Winters of Summerhill, a story where you look back and wonder how life opens up. When we realize there are no coincidences in life and everything is connected.