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It's COLD!

Just as I sat in the bus I got a call. All I could hear from the caller's end was noise. Things being picked up, put down, shifted....and then, 'meow'. MEOW. It was a little louder, and then persistent. MEYAAAAOW!  Now, it was a demand!

"Buggy, tinu., tinu.." Dad called out...

The bloody bugger was back home!

I smiled to myself - all teeth visible. This called for me to write my second blog.


Utter Glee! That was what it felt like.

Then gladness spread. Through my veins, shooting through my legs, sprightly through my fingers, swelling in my heart and exulted out in a whiff of smoke. Then, it was all over the place. Shrouded, in gladness...in mist... "It's COLD!" I mumbled. 

It was then that frost bit, the fingers curled and snuggled deeper into the sweater pockets. Momentarily, I rubbed the reverse of my palm against my nose. It was frozen.


I was falling in love yet again...

It is WINTER in DELHI!


And, Delhi, I Love You :-)

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