The Biting Cold

December is a month of celebration, sunshine and festivities, spreading warmth and love all around.

Then comes January, endless and bitterly cold. As someone who would track the duration of the cold in January back home in Noida, it felt like a whole year by itself before turning to February, when the months would suddenly begin to disappear.

I thought it would be different in London, what with centrally heated homes and offices, college halls, and community spaces. How wrong was I! I can feel the cold seep into my body, both literal and metaphorical.

Uncharacteristic snowfall in the middle of London in Jan (though this was a happy sighting).

You rethink every decision and confession you have made and seriously question your timing. Should you ever trust the process and keep the faith, or simply bury your head in the sand and wish to disappear forever?

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Then you remember the words of Shelley, dry your tears and fix your sunglasses.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?