These three months I've been inside the house, my pacing has worn all of the carpet out. Just give me a breeze, the rebirth of the life. I'll finally pine, I'll finally ... I'll feel better when the winter's gone.
These are the lyrics from a song by 'Say Hi' but they convey the message I want to, as I sit huddled up in my quilt on this chilly Saturday of the Indian winters in the month of December. Agreed that it doesn't get as cold here as it does in the countries way up in the Northern Hemisphere, such as the U.S. or Canada but hey, I recently heard that on the coldest day of the year in Delhi last week, the temperature at noon was lower compared to the temperature in the morning in NYC or Simla.
Furthermore, it 'feels' colder here as we don't use central heating in the houses and have to rely on electric heaters, heating pads and layers of clothing to keep from shivering.
On the 12th of December, my brother got hitched. At 4am in the morning as we sat witnessing the agnipradakshinam rituals, I wondered how, even in mid-December, it was barely cold. Instead of listening to any prayers I might have offered up to that day of my life, the All Mighty heard me criticising this once. The very next morning, a storm rose up and for the coming 3 days, pelted rain and hail over the North. Voila, the winter that I was 'missing' was literally knocking at my door and striking against my bedroom window.
I hope it never gets as cold in the North in this country as it is in the North of Canada and of Westeros but I might be able to see, before I die, a day when it will snow in Delhi. On that day, as pollution particles join forces with snow balls, I'll sit in my room with coffee in my hands and say what I'm saying right now ...
I'll feel better when the winter's gone...
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