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Wednesday, 24 January 2007

Footprints in the snow

Sometimes you wake up with a feeling of disappointment and sometimes you sit up with a jolt on the bed wondering how you got magically transported to neverland. I was fast asleep, warm, warm, snug, cozy and...
'Yeh sadish hai boondo ki...dekho naa..'
'Hello'
'Pavitraaaaa....Its snowing! Its snowing in London! Come down fast'.
After a mad scramble to put on decent clothes (I had the good sense to wear some inners), grab my spectacles and keys, I dashed out and into the lift, put on my shoes in exactly 30 seconds (that’s a record for me) and was out in the open. The open which was a spread of white. The open where snowflakes were cascading down. The open which was fresh and crisp and pristine. The open where my friends were going ballistic in pure delight and exaltation.
Hugs. S and T assaulted me. 'Its snowing', they sang and danced. We laughed. Thawck. Pri got me in the back. Tij was jumping around like a four year old. Thwack, ThWack! Pri and I both got him! High-fis followed. After protesting like a baby, Laxy came down anyway only to become the victim. S got him atleast ten times. We couldn't stop laughing. He made up for his embarrassment by saying he was playing the gentleman. I've come to realise that doesn't help men too much these days, though I am not going to rib Laxy about it too much because I was second in line. Twice on the back by Tij, once down the neck, thwack in the face...pri got one (knew he would) and it went on and on till I lost count. Aloof, pRicky maintained that nothing could touch him. I think he believes it as well. Thwack! Tij got him! The excitement was infectious. Shri laughed for the first time like a child since coming to London. The joy and exuberance was endearing. It is one of those rare moments when you look at your friends and suddenly feel warm and protective. Small, big, slashed, wiped, criss-crossed, there were footprints everywhere. Footprints in the snow. Our footprints. ‘Your wish came true’, said pRicky. All I could do was smile and nod. It wasn’t the snow, I had seen snow before. It hadn’t been a wish to see snow this winter. I had reconciled with the fact that the winter wasn’t cold enough and it might not bring on the white flakes. It was serendipity. To sleep with the world looking normal, expecting just that and to wake up to flakes was beautiful. To have an old dream realised was beautiful. Like miracles that suddenly change something inside you. That things, beautiful things, small insignificant things could happen out of the blue. That dreams can come true. It makes you smile. It makes that small corner of your heart peep out and hope. Its like a signed writ that says ‘Go on, keep dreaming’. For a moment it makes you believe.

Dreams’ coming true is what life is all about.

This post was supposed to be funny and descriptive. I ended up philosophising yet again. I wonder if it is a phase or if I am going to be wacko for the rest of my life.
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Its freezing this morning. Am fully protected under four thick layers of clothing, including 2 pairs of socks and 2 pairs of gloves. I feel stuffed, constricted, restricted and I know I am going to crib about it for the rest of the day.

I haven’t felt this satisfied in ages.

Labels: Snow

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