I used to hate winters as a child. During winters my limbs use to go numb to the extent that even to hold a pen for writing, I needed 15 mins to warm up my hands. Sinus pain in the early mornings and in evenings use to be unbearable and disgusting. The very sight of sheet of fog had two halves of my head banging against each other. I use to even hate people who liked the season. Mere reasons for liking it like its time for Christmas and New Year, because you get better variety vegetables and that its easy to digest food during winters. As the list for liking the season was exhaustive I had my own woes to deal with, in this deadly cold winter. Later when we shifted for my higher studies to Bhubaneswar, I was glad that winters were mild here and with that subsequently my pain subsided. But my dislike for winter was still strong.
Later in life when I moved to Hyderabad and having stayed here for sometime now, I have to press my mind hard enough to recollect if 'Winter' as a season ever existed! Last year during this time, sweltering heat and profuse sweat made me think if it was summer!!!!
Over the time I realized that I was actually missing and wanting that feel of cold feet, chapped lips, dry wrinkled skin and numb limbs, the bad need for a room heater, woolen garments and carpets, hot tea and snacks. I am glad that this year I was able to use my blanket after almost 2 years now. This year there is the need to put on something warm in the evenings when you go out, this very feeling of not wanting to wake up in the morning till your hands feel the warmth of a hot tea cup makes me realize its winter again. And I am ready to welcome it sans my pain.
Diggy
2 weeks ago
