Thursday, January 23, 2014

Blow Blow Thou Winter Wind...

The winter has hit its peak and I wonder how I survived my last winters.
Then, last year cribbing about the weather was the last thing on my mind at that time. 
I was excited to experience "Dilli kii sardii" again after so many years. I was indoors most of the times and jobless. I was always nicely tucked inside the quilt sipping my green tea, mostly. I am a very weather person. As much as I romanticize the idea of winters I also love cribbing about it like a cranky child.

The winters have been cold, rainy and windy so far.. To be honest, there was no gradual transition this time.
I landed from warm and sunny Poona to the grey and gloomy skies of Dilli. Winters and challenges they go well together. No amount of socks are ever enough. Even a lil bruise hurts 10 times more. To your eyes 6PM feels like 9PM and 9 AM feels like 6 AM. The constant craving to be home- tucked in, is quite annoying. All winter comfort foods are high on calories. No matter what you wear you are never dressed right. There is always an extra pullover or that missing muffler..

Keeping my challenges apart, I see tonnes of homeless souls sleeping in public parks during the daytime under flimsy blankets. Unkempt, rough and challenged. Of late I have been noticing these things quite a bit. The way they deal with the winters. I have noticed how they put old newspapers in a tin can and light fire for warmth. How they line up outside the Gurudwara for their main (probably only) meal. I have seen a mother giving her little one a cheap drink to keep him warm. I see that little girl selling angry birds balloons on the streets, barely warm.
I have seen it all and I continue to see these things and my heart twinges. What am I doing about it? To be honest, Nothing! This attitude needs to change. I need to change. I need to do more. I need to give back. Somethings gotta give. Another action point for 2014. I feel really silly when I talk about my challenges. There are such grave things out there and people are battling them. While typing this, I suddenly thought of an office email about the winter clothes donation drive. Maybe, I should start from there?

I wonder about these challenges every now and then. The days when I cant take it anymore I look at that sunshine colored liquid mixed with warm water. Some nice music playing in the background bringing memories. A nice hot plate oozing the winter warmth and lots of conversations. It all feels good again!

Like a wise man once said:
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home
P.S: The title of this post is a famous poem by William Shakespeare. My love for poetry is getting stronger. There's an unfinished post on that sitting prettily in my drafts.. Soon!


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