Its almost been a decade since I last experienced the Delhi winters. Back then, it was more about school and sweaters/blazers and waking up early to a hot water bath. Now, its a lil more than that-
its about
life's smoke and bubbles as you breathe in and out,
its about
cold air brushing past your naked face leaving a frozen smile
its about
taking those tiny steps faster so that friction can help warm your feet
its about
chai and steam at the throat of inverted lungs, beside throbbing ventricles
its about
cough and cold, that you know wont harm you
its about
Oakwood's grass that entices you into walking barefoot, bare toes clenching one another like birds from just-hatched-eggs
its about
you & I and I & I
savouring those streaks of warm sunlight
and its about
you, in whom I see a new you
thats now, almost, me...:)
PS - There's something about the Delhi winters just like there's something about Bombay rains that touches me the same way that Bangalore does! :)
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