Winter Chills

As I'm sitting in my room typing this article, my hands are freezing. I shove my hand in the heater's imaginary face, there's warmth for a moment and a second later, That's gone. This is one of the many reasons why I absolutely hate winter. And the worst part is that, it's here to stay. *sad face*

There are so many things to not like about winter. The super chilly morning when it's hard to feel your hands, the numerous layers of clothes we have to walk around with, avalance of blankets we have to sleep under, the same conversation we keep on having day-after-day about how cold a day it is , all the pretty summer dresses, ice-creams and swimming we miss out on.... to name a few. It's annoying how winter comprises of all the things I loathe.

And to top it off, Kathmandu has absolutely the worst winter EVER. It's mind-numbing, brain-freezing, bone-chilling cold during December-January and yet, there is NO SNOW to play with. I still remember the last time when it 'snowed' in Kathmandu, if you can call it that (There were a few flakes here and there, not the heaps you'd imagine). I was in class and when my teacher mentioned that it was indeed snowing. Everyone got out to see what it's like. Also, the gutsy lot including myself, went up to the terrace and danced around and later got told off for doing so, by the teachers who were busy dancing around themselves. sigh. Okay, maybe I'm making it sound like it was the worst day ever but , It was a fun day in a cool sort of way. The first experience with the so-called snow and all.

Even though there's so much to detest, there's a bright side to it like everything else. The high probability that I may get to experience the so-called snow-fall a second time, the innumerable cups of caffeine that gets me through the day, also January ,my favorite month of the year, falls in the heart of winter....I give up. This is all I can come up with. So yeah, that's all I could come up with right now.

There's still so much time before I get to experience summer all over again, but I can't wait to flaunt pretty dresses and flip-flops on my way to the pool, having ice-cream sundaes. I just can't wait. :)


If I have to go through winter for almost half of the year, I'd like to live in a place like this ;) photo credit: Google

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