Wintersque

Strange and abstract designs appear in the light pink wall. The Papaya leaves are busy dancing this morning. Filtered rays of the winter sun are creating a weird pattern in the wooden shelf. I was quite bemused. How nature changes from one season to the other. The dog has happily curled up in the gymnasium field. The sand – keeping him warm and somewhat cosy. I fish for the mobile in my Bermuda pocket- and realize I don’t have it with me. It is still sleeping beside sleep stained pillow.

I walk back to get it. Arms inside the pajama pocket, my father comes out of his room- eager for a fuming cup of tea. “Its cold!” he greets happily. And I smile at him and re-enter my sleeping zone. I get the smell of winter. It has crept into my room. A bit more intensely than the rest of the house.

A damp, cold air hangs inside my room. I open the window- and the warm sun immediately embraces the dampness. I take my mobile and go back to my parents’ bedroom. The papaya tree was still busy choreographing its’ winter jig. I try to capture it… each time I feel disappointed. I stand- knowing well that I am running late for office- a chill north wind ruffles my hair, past my ears- I realize it told me- “She does not want to be photographed. It’s her time of romance with the astray winter lover. How dare you encroach?”

I was quite taken a back. I was sorry. But then I could not help being a voyeur again. How beautiful is nature’s romance with its most erratic lover- the winter.