This always catches me unprepared. I have to (as if , from a habit) suffer at the onset of winters. I love when the weather changes from unbearably humid and hot to comfortably cool, in the evenings, to nice and easy throughout. That is, the transition time.
But I invariably fail to take into the account the projected temperatures the season aspires to attain. It usually happens one day (actually, on night) , that I’m like ‘nice weather … let’s go out’ … type of mood, and when I do, I feel a bit too uncomfortable, and end up sulking.
This season, things were no different. Mom suggested prudently “Baccha, start using blankets, don’t you feel cold at night…. ” . Now, there’s also a reason for me not ready to buy into her suggestion . The room I live in, happens to be exposed to the roof, and so, it gets really warm during the day. So, naturally, I did not pay heed to the useful advice.
So one night, when I was sleeping, (actually not sleeping, I had a bad dream, and got up to drink some water), I felt it. I crawled back on to my bed, and realized it was so freaking cold. I had a various reactions to it. I shivered I tried to cover myself with an extra bed cover. No good! I just lay tossing and turning. That is how I spent the night. I call it the day “winter walked in”.
Every year I face such a day. A day when I realize, it’s time to pack up tees and shorts, get sweatshirts and woolens out. Start using blankets, etc.
I love winters. yay!