The onset of winters...

As a kid, I was always amused by winters.I loved the smoke rings we could make with our breaths in the fog -laden air.In the rhythm of words,the smoke emerged,floated in air and then faded away.It was like watching words travel.
Another few springs of my life passed,and I rather grew scared of winters.Winters,now,I picture in my mind as colorless and grim.People glued to their homes and quilts,empty streets,dusty leaves in the final stages of their lives,a lonely moon on its prolonged stays in a dull grey sky.

No sun on a typical day.

This loss of Vitamin D energy somehow affects my mood and spirits that go in an all time low.And clothes,most of the times, I feel like some eskimo under their sheer weight.

And summers-bright,full of colors,life,people on busy streets,orange-blue sky,clouds like delicate cotton and fresh green leaves,moon bright in a beautifully adorned sky,and sun fierce as ever,its glory restored.Faces red and sweaty,full of a zest called life.I find nothing un-welcome in summers.It's like my life given back to me.
But there are a few things that I'll fondly remember for rest of my life,which belong exclusively to winters.
My mother waking me up on a typical winter morning,"Dikshu",she'll say in a voice full of affection which will send me tossing in my bed innocently like a 2 year old kid.She 'll draw away curtains of the window that opens up the street's view and a gush of cold wind will sweep in."Dikshu",the temple bells will ring again, and she'll open the door to the balcony,to make way for ushering sun rays.And as I'll pucker my face imitating annoyance - though wishing in my half asleep heart that this moment remains frozen,hanging in air- the mother will give me the warmest of hugs,and the sweetest of kisses.So unfair,this all,I could enjoy for just one winter of my life.These imprints drawn on my mind still keep me warm in lonely winter nights as I brood over how life changes.
Another is the only trace of color I've seen in winters- flowers of "Palash"/"Dhak".What a view to behold!Trees holding flames.
And third is the taste of a hot cup of tea on chilly winter night while a cold current hits my face.These pictures are drawn vaguely in my mind, with no location and time registered,but they are preserved in form of most b'ful of the feelings I've ever come across-the mother's affection,the nature's treasure and the feeling of being alive.

I just wish summers remain as long as they can, for I love them and I just wish summers go,for onset of winters brings with it - a wait, for summers to come..and ofcourse,those b'ful feelings.