At Some Point

If winters are not cold, then what is? Maybe you. You used to be as cold as the winter. Last year, the winter was cold, as always. But, you were colder than that. The year before that, winter was same but the chilliness was less. So were you. This year, winter is same again but the chilliness is damn high. And I don’t even know about you. I, now, do not expect some other person to make my winter warm. I love the winter the way it is. Because it is real, it is true. There is beauty in nude reality, which is prettier than the masked truth.   I know you even though I don’t actually know you. I don’t know you even though I actually know you. This is funny shit. No worries though. Because I have got some other things to worry about. Like I don’t even want to go to bathroom in winters. I shall file a complaint to it on the behalf of my skin. Whatever. Truth is that I have grown up with the seasons ...

She finally decided to talk to him. They had neither met nor talked for a week already. He had called her many times for first two days but she had not received any calls. He was enjoying the company of another girl anyway and she somewhat had guessed that. She headed over to his flat, to clear all the matters and declare the official breakup. She unlocked the main door with the key, which she had taken earlier from his key ring; he hadn’t asked to return because he had his own piece of key. How thoughtful it was of him to let the door of his bedroom remain unlocked thinking nobody would come to his so-called private chamber at the noon and that main door was locked anyway. She caught him dating a different girl in his house, well, more than just a dating; their half-naked bodies were stuck together strongly as if a large amount of fevicol was used in between. Well, that surely was not any fevicol. She was only slightly shocked but much disgusted and so yelled, cursed some f-word...