The temperature today, was the lowest by far; with a max of 4 & min. of -3 degrees. Even two layers of sweaters, a muffler and gloves were of no good. Having spent majority of my life in Rajasthan, i had assumed that bearing the low temperatures would be no big deal. But I was wrong, so terribly wrong. Had it been just the cold weather, I would have tried to cope up ! But the winters here are accompanied by the even colder winds which are enough to run a chill through one's spine. No matter what fabric you wear, these winds penetrate right through the protective layers and lash you left and right.
With a heavy back pack on drooped shoulders, watery eyes and a red nose, I was walking from the bus stop to my office(on campus job). The place was completely deserted and I could not see a single soul within the range my vision permitted me to see. I was calmly walking until I got a 5 minute panic stroke. For no sensible reason, I wondered - what if it gets even more chillier in next few minutes and it starts to snow. And what if my feet refuse to move and I freeze here. What if my vocal cords betray me and I am unable to shout for help. What if the snow starts depositing over me, layer by layer - until I am buried. No one would even realize that I went missing. Who would inform my folks back home? Would they ever be able to see me again? Would I get a glimpse of them ever? What on earth did I think before coming here, why did I come here in the first place? Yearned to be back with family and folks...and within no time I realized that I was muttering something to myself; how I wish, I could remember even a part of what that something was. Anyhow, so during all this thinking and muttering and walking activity, I figured that my eyes were doing the job they were supposed to do. They were trying to spot a human figure in vicinity. Suddenly a chap and his lady friend passed by me.I noticed that they were in shorts, had no special coverings to protect themselves against the wonderful weather and they were jogging. Jogging..eh?oh common, at 3 degrees, who does that ??I do ! Yes. I started running too. With a bag on my back and all the sweaters, which made me heavier by a few more kgs, I started jogging. I said to myself, that this little jog will keep me warm for a while and will divert my mind from the dreadful thoughts of snow burial which were haunting me until a couple of mins back. And it worked. I was at work within 5 mins, and things were fine as they always had been. But weird stuff happens at times !
With a heavy back pack on drooped shoulders, watery eyes and a red nose, I was walking from the bus stop to my office(on campus job). The place was completely deserted and I could not see a single soul within the range my vision permitted me to see. I was calmly walking until I got a 5 minute panic stroke. For no sensible reason, I wondered - what if it gets even more chillier in next few minutes and it starts to snow. And what if my feet refuse to move and I freeze here. What if my vocal cords betray me and I am unable to shout for help. What if the snow starts depositing over me, layer by layer - until I am buried. No one would even realize that I went missing. Who would inform my folks back home? Would they ever be able to see me again? Would I get a glimpse of them ever? What on earth did I think before coming here, why did I come here in the first place? Yearned to be back with family and folks...and within no time I realized that I was muttering something to myself; how I wish, I could remember even a part of what that something was. Anyhow, so during all this thinking and muttering and walking activity, I figured that my eyes were doing the job they were supposed to do. They were trying to spot a human figure in vicinity. Suddenly a chap and his lady friend passed by me.I noticed that they were in shorts, had no special coverings to protect themselves against the wonderful weather and they were jogging. Jogging..eh?oh common, at 3 degrees, who does that ??I do ! Yes. I started running too. With a bag on my back and all the sweaters, which made me heavier by a few more kgs, I started jogging. I said to myself, that this little jog will keep me warm for a while and will divert my mind from the dreadful thoughts of snow burial which were haunting me until a couple of mins back. And it worked. I was at work within 5 mins, and things were fine as they always had been. But weird stuff happens at times !
2 comments:
wow....this is awesome writing....cant believe u could be homesick.....BTW did u really try jogging with ur bag :-O
keep writing
AK a.k.a kuchcha
Idiot! Don't think so much!!:)
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