WHEN WE BECOME LIKE WINTER

The sun was pushed in oblivion by the menacing fog. The icy cold winds were unnerving and merciless. Everybody seemed to shiver in the unrelenting cold wave.

I walked down the street loaded with woolens, yet shivering. I could barely keep my head straight or eyes open. The cold wind was  freezing my senses.  I saw the watchman huddled in front of an ‘angeethi’ trying desperately to get some warmth. For a minute I gave him company. Looking at him, my shivering stopped.

I moved on, near my lane, my eyes stumbled upon a dog. Crouching in a corner, beneath the fur the skin was cold. Coiled on the ground, I heard his silent plea for warmth and his tale of survival against all odds. My fists opened and my hands were less cold.

The fog thickened and the vision got blurred with each passing minute. I was rushing back home and just before I took the stairs, I saw a small girl, sitting in the corner. Tattered clothes, boney hands, teeth chattering and a helpless look in her eyes; she sat there just fight the cold. My eyes were wide open and my senses thawed.

Looking at them, took away the chill.

All wrapped up in woolens we all truly become cold. Despite the icy wind, I was warm. I ran upstairs and got some woolens to share.

WHEN THE SEASON REFLECTS HUMAN PERSONALITY

Scene 1: It was a bright sunny winter morning. The soothing rays of sun affectionately caressed the grass, the leaves, the bark of the tree and possibly everything it fell on. The warmth of the sun gently sapped the wind of its chill. Birds chirped in the bright blue sky and the children played in the park downstairs. All basked in the glory of the sun.

Scene 2: The fog has thickened. Icy winds slyly chill you to the bone. The untimely rain dampened the spirits and any ray of sunlight (read hope). The birds duck themselves under a window pane. The smog, the rain & the wind has a dubious femininity- beautiful, mysterious yet merciless. The man on the pavement shivers helplessly trying to withstand the onslaught of the merciless winters.

This absolutely mystic and opposite shades of nature depicted in one season has undercurrents of unpredictability and also shows the varied range of its existence. I am urged to think how wonderfully, man and nature seem like mirror images of each other. Warm and benevolent and then cold and merciless- winter in its paradoxical shades reflects how beautifully similar it is to what we call split personality of mankind.