Beautiful girls in skimpy skirts walk past me, laughing and breezing through the happy crowd gathered on the streets. I look at them in envy because while they are always dressed up for the weekends or any festive occasion, I am, mostly, covered from head to toe in heavy woolens, often wondering what makes them immune to this biting cold! Perhaps, the answer is not that tough; they belong to this winter wonderland and, for them, life goes on like this. Not this cold or anything on earth (absolutely nothing) can or should dampen their spirits.
Still, I wonder; is it vodka or their blood that keeps them warm. Tucked inside my jacket, muffler, and faux fur hoodie, I look at this corner of the world in deep amazement. I can’t even pinch myself. Thanks to all the layers I put on!
On most of these frozen days, when I…
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