When the rest of the world is turning fog
out of boiling water with polar vertex challenge,
I am amused by the
shivering cold winter breeze,
that my city is experiencing
after decades or so.
My whatsapp status kept changing from "is this already winter in Hyderabad" to
"this is exactly what I meant, when I say I love winter", referring to the drop of lowest temperature from 18°C to 9°C or so.
To be honest, I love winter❤️❤️..
Like I truly Do!
It's so much engraved in my soul...
Like.. I became equally happy and nostalgic every morning..
Every evening and every moment
I feel winter has arrived.
Like.. Being a January baby and
being from a city I was born and brought up having all the extreme cold and cyclonic waves all the time,
you just can't stop enjoying rain and winter.
In addition to that, the weather over there is mostly affected by the low pressure and
also the sudden rain because of the missile testing at ITR, Balasore,
will surely end up addicting you with the winter!
The childhood was beautiful
And those days were magical.
Like, I remember each and everything starting from waking up early to going to bed early..
Riding a cycle and going to tuitions and
college with friends and it was loving..
The days were so beautiful and I could literally see the yellow flowers [ a very similar type of sunflower, but little small in size]
blooming all the way...
The colourful jacket that we were wearing...
The jokes we cracked..
And the classes we missed..
The birthdays we planned..
And the moments we cherished..!!
Those are all memory now...
And they are the warmest of memories
I will ever have!
So whenever they say winter is cold,
It's never cold.
It is cold for them who does not have warm memories! ❤️❤️❤️
What is the warmest of memories you have?!
❤️❤️
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