Delhi Winters.
There is something about this city in winters that connects with me the way no other season, in any place world over can.Is it the fact that I have stayed here for the longest duration? Perhaps, not really. Being an army kid you tend to realise "Home is in fact where the heart is". Perhaps its a sort of unspoken bond which gets forged over years.Why is Delhi important to me? Well, first of all I was born here. Secondly both my immediate maternal and paternal side of famly reside here but that is still is not it. My attraction to this place stems not only out of fondness for relations, but also out of something deeper, which funnily I cannot describe in words.Its in the cool temperatures of the afternoon.In the cold temperatures of late night and early morning.
In the fact that sometimes you need two layers of clothing. In the fact that you sleep by the glow of a halogen heater, slightly creaking but giving you warmth nonetheless. Snuggled under your blanket at temporary peace. Perhaps THAT is the thing about it! The feeling of being in your own bubble.
Other than that when I think of winters I see a montage play in my mind. Beginning with school annual day(s), progressing to exam fevers, hanging out in front of the school canteen drinking coffee and laughing over something we called a "problem".Then growing up and travelling in the weather.Being in the airport line at a time when it is still dark, covered in your jacket and in a semi-conscious state. The mad rush of humanity at Rajiv Chowk. Flashing images of Om Shanti Om and Delhi 6. Walking in H block while a cold gust blows in your face. The feeling of the warm sunrays being just perfect enough to make you bear the cold and proceed through the day with a crazy level of optimism.
For me its not just a season, its a time to reminisce and reflect. A time to call upon the fond memories that I cherish and hold always on to dearly, as with time they are the only witness to life itself and the only gossamer thread that ties you to what made you and gives you an inkling as to who you are (THE million $ question).
So why do I write this post? Basically, for the same reason that this blog started. Recording memories and thoughts and trying to give a small tribute to essentials yet ignored simplicities of life.
Cheers!Happy Winters!:)
In the fact that sometimes you need two layers of clothing. In the fact that you sleep by the glow of a halogen heater, slightly creaking but giving you warmth nonetheless. Snuggled under your blanket at temporary peace. Perhaps THAT is the thing about it! The feeling of being in your own bubble.
Other than that when I think of winters I see a montage play in my mind. Beginning with school annual day(s), progressing to exam fevers, hanging out in front of the school canteen drinking coffee and laughing over something we called a "problem".Then growing up and travelling in the weather.Being in the airport line at a time when it is still dark, covered in your jacket and in a semi-conscious state. The mad rush of humanity at Rajiv Chowk. Flashing images of Om Shanti Om and Delhi 6. Walking in H block while a cold gust blows in your face. The feeling of the warm sunrays being just perfect enough to make you bear the cold and proceed through the day with a crazy level of optimism.
For me its not just a season, its a time to reminisce and reflect. A time to call upon the fond memories that I cherish and hold always on to dearly, as with time they are the only witness to life itself and the only gossamer thread that ties you to what made you and gives you an inkling as to who you are (THE million $ question).
So why do I write this post? Basically, for the same reason that this blog started. Recording memories and thoughts and trying to give a small tribute to essentials yet ignored simplicities of life.
Cheers!Happy Winters!:)
