An affair to Remember

Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair.
~Minna Thomas Antrim

Yes, it’s that time of the year when most of us could spend all day snuggled under a warm blanket with a good book/movie; when soaking in the warm afternoons is a comfortable luxury; and when old fuzzy memories are a constant company. Being the winter lover that I am, the slightest tinge of chill on my skin in this not-hot-for-a-change city Mumbai (thank god for that!), sometimes gets me all elated. I might be tucked under the blanket with a sore throat and slight temperature right now, but I wouldn’t trade this wonderful weather for anything. People say winters make you lazy. I say, more than lazy, it makes you all affectionate and warm. Metaphorically, it turns people into living heaters. Yes, it does. Think it over.

Every morning as I spend fifty odd minutes in the vivacious train, wrapping myself against the bitter cold, I voyage into a slumber that makes me reverie of the times when my eight year old self sat glued beside the huge lit fire for warmth. Those were the days when winter was about sweet potatoes and roasted corn on the cob. The adventures of school, when we often headed thirty kilometers hill wards against the strong winds for a bowl of hot noodles and cup of coffee, give me the thrill even today.

And so, by the time the train halts and disturbs my musings, I know that there is now warmth blanketed to my cold morning.

the view outside my window.

You know Deborah Kerr was right when she said, “winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.”