THE FROST RUNNER
The winter, after the end of incessant rains, had a slight gap left behind its arrival. After the boiling of the lion share of time in the steam of the sun, it also enoughly soaked moments in the amiable cloudburst; lastly it had to relish some shivers to conclude the year. When the festival of lights, Deepawali, ephemerally lasted to set a long race of winter to begin . It was always ever felt. As soon as the days gone into dust, the winter began to uplift its presence. The weaves of shiver jostled the skin increasingly day by day.
The growth of a week in the winter had many things to feel than utter. There was no longer a curtain of leaves. Every single leaf of trees felt crestfallen before they turned yellow, lost all the bonds connected to trees and dried to blend their thoughts in the rejuvenation of soil. As the time went by, the winter gained the pitch of fierce cold. For man it was inevitable to swagger the way that was made amiable to stagger. Especially, in the morning, the feeling must be counted with hatred.
The time sailed a long way of night to kiss the shore of the dawn. When it got onto the edge of its destination, it had several things to prepare and offer a bunch of sensual and pleasing tickles to be devoured by every creature. It was titillating to the creature that lives in such a formidable atmosphere . The minutes, for hours, kept hand in hand with freezing cold. The conspiracy of them might be detestable to none of the creatures; except humans. Always, the morning welcomed the sun, the greatest reservoir of light ,constantly without melting the ice of expectation he longed for. The welcome ceremony was the blend of symphonic choiring exhibited from the nests; and the flowers were blooming in colours to show the abundance of charm enhanced by droplets of frost. Each and every petals were crowned by the secluded water pearls from a lace of nature. All was just prepared and the onus of the sun was to pull the curtain of frost to make his way on to the ravishing carpet. It probably would be mesmerizing to him.
The days went on withering the assets of trees; almost all the trees withstanding of their enormity and metallic toughness were most likely to be bald. The weather with abusive spirit knocked only the doors of hatred; especially in the morning it had been high spirited. The life condition of the people, on the other hand, miserable but became used to it.
In the recent past, in the rainy season, the atmosphere remain persistently torrential. Of course it was about brutalize the village by overwhelming deluge that left houses without being ill treated. It had not been a long run of rain but heavy downpour lost concentration soon. The explication of that disaster actually ran beyond the space in newspapers and televisions ran out of time to give comprehensive coverage for some point of time. I felt it was was not that brutal as it happened a five years back.
Ultimately, all felt safe from the wrath of the sky. The repose of rain God ,after giving an abhorrent adieu ,made all the lives to welcome the winter with some plaudits.
Tejas felt the dryness of his lips, thought winter has no long way to reach him.
It's closing.
The days before a week seemed a bit hotter than the week followed by. The new season proved its perfect presence as it experienced a fortnight reign. The winter took a road that would take it to the junction of summer was right but duration had sluggish clock to be expressed by. The blood curdling cold had hung very close to the land. All over the place, the landscapes transpired all the water it had. There had been a massive change in the appearance of days. In the morning, village had none to walk on the road. In spite of that very few of the villagers had inculcated the persistent habit of waking up and indulge in their hard routine. No fierce cold weaves were of a challenge to such people. My grandpa was one of such people. He always woke before my alarm struck. He called my name not only once or twice but thrice always. I would pray God not to wake grandpa up. Everytime I was reluctant as if I am
