Simple, isn't it - the name of my blog? Winters and Warmth is after all a lovely expression of comfort, of bliss and happiness. There is nothing more endearing than having a cozy, warm blanket to snuggle into on a cold, winter's night.
Much like life, we have our winters, our depressions and worries and maybe even a few precious tears every now and then. It is then, during those moments of insanity and doubts that we need the warmth a bit more. Hence, nothing to be more grateful in life, I believe, than the warmth on such wintery evenings, what do you have to say?
Much like life, we have our winters, our depressions and worries and maybe even a few precious tears every now and then. It is then, during those moments of insanity and doubts that we need the warmth a bit more. Hence, nothing to be more grateful in life, I believe, than the warmth on such wintery evenings, what do you have to say?
If pondered upon it, then winters too are just as important as the snuggly warmth, for if we didn't have the cold we would never know what a bliss it is to be surrounded by the glow of a hearth. The magic perhaps happens when we learn to embrace the winter and be awed by it rather than question its coming and sulk and cry and pity over self. Don't you think so too?
This picture was clicked during one such cold November evening up in a cottage in the Nilgiris in Southern India. It had been pouring all day and as the day waned the cold settled into our bones. We shivered uncontrollably, but we also took the pain to go out to the market (roughly 2 kms from where we were staying) and bring firewood to light up the hearth. It was difficult to evade the rain and storm, to gather firewood when the market had closed (in here hill stations go off to sleep as soon as it gets dark) and the firewood we finally managed to scavenge was wet and soggy. We managed to light the fire finally and in a short while the warmth had settled it. Suddenly the cold seemed beautiful and we could even step out into the porch to click this picture of a blurred moon and a lone twig that kept us company that cold winter's night.
Looking back on that chilly evening I learnt two things: one should never forget who stood by during the harsh winters. They are the truest of our friends. Just like the moon and that solitary twig branching out and diverging just to get a small place in a tiny corner of the frame. The second thing I learnt was to make a pledge to myself that I do not slouch under the infliction of a winter but be agile and with fast fingers weave myself a shawl of warmth instead.
I hope you too will agree with me?
Love,
Me
This picture was clicked during one such cold November evening up in a cottage in the Nilgiris in Southern India. It had been pouring all day and as the day waned the cold settled into our bones. We shivered uncontrollably, but we also took the pain to go out to the market (roughly 2 kms from where we were staying) and bring firewood to light up the hearth. It was difficult to evade the rain and storm, to gather firewood when the market had closed (in here hill stations go off to sleep as soon as it gets dark) and the firewood we finally managed to scavenge was wet and soggy. We managed to light the fire finally and in a short while the warmth had settled it. Suddenly the cold seemed beautiful and we could even step out into the porch to click this picture of a blurred moon and a lone twig that kept us company that cold winter's night.
Looking back on that chilly evening I learnt two things: one should never forget who stood by during the harsh winters. They are the truest of our friends. Just like the moon and that solitary twig branching out and diverging just to get a small place in a tiny corner of the frame. The second thing I learnt was to make a pledge to myself that I do not slouch under the infliction of a winter but be agile and with fast fingers weave myself a shawl of warmth instead.
I hope you too will agree with me?
Love,
Me
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