For the love of winter
I love winter. It brings to me a feeling so priceless that money cannot buy. The cosy mornings inside the heavy blanket remind me that it is perfectly alright to slow down for a while. All through the year, I tend to run. I run from one thing to another. Even when I am still, my mind is on a marathon. So much to do and so little time.
Winter is more than a season to me. It is perhaps nature’s invitation to let go the drama of our lives and relish whatever that is around. It is a time for family and friends. It is a time for long conversations over chai and coffee. It is a time for bonfires. It is a time for love and for cuddles. It is a time for books that haven’t been read. It is a time for great food.
It is the time of the year when a long hot shower doesn’t just wash away the body but also touches the soul within with much needed warmth. Perhaps, winters enable us to feel that warmth. Warmth from the coffee and the people you love. Warmth that touch us in a precious manner. Warmth that might just go unnoticed when we are always on the run. Its a feeling I shall fail to describe with words.