Snow...

Snow ? what is it all about? freezing tempratures, chaffed lips, drying skin, hot coffess and chocos a fervent wish that the buildings would get buried forever..?
I ventured out one fine morning and saw the lady in white .. the entire city was like a christmas card I could have craned my neck to see if there was a sleigh in the sky but twas past christmas, but tis was a sensation unknown unfelt (well for a girl who has lived her entire life in the heat and smoke of chennai streets and has played in the sweltering heat of the sun! ) , I could feel the very purity of it all, the entire place was shrouded in this snowy powerdy white ...and a white unseen till now..true it is i guess god is the best painter of them all.... for the colours from his pallate are unimitable..
i could feel the hair standing on its end and i pulled my jacket closer, the cold persisted it seemed to blow hard through me and blow out every single thought out of my mind. What a possesive woman winter must be? she cannot bear you thinking of anything else but her when you are witnessing her.... I cant imagine thinking of anything else other than snow, winter, cold when you ar eout on the streets. Winter pervades your very being , and you belong to nothing else but her as you struggle under her willy ways; when she pushes and tosses you on the streets, laughing out loud everytime .. but what could one do? Deny such a beautiful maiden of her right to play?
Snow brings truth.. she has stripped every leaf from every bough and there left are the remenants of the nests that birds left, theres nothing you can hide in now.. no shrub no tree or low bending bough behind which you can hide .. theres white theres the truth all in front of you and each brown tree bears witness to her play.The birds nests made me wonder there was life where people had given up... the cozy homes theyhad abondened to fly across shores and there was the very grass on which i was standing .. which had not given up...every time the ice melts you see the speck of green the speck of home rise out from the snow again...
Why had not the birds waited for spring to come? other lands seemed to have allured them far away from where they belonged .. i saw the woeful nests and wondered .. when they come back would they have the familiar branch to perch on? would these nests still await the residents?
I walked on and saw how people rushed inside thier homes to prevent the cold from catching onto them...it was slippery and slowly the lights were on..the snow glistened and to the envy of crown jewels i witnessed one of life's finest moments .. the snow shone in all its glory... winter strutted her new cloak and smiled and spread her hand to caress her curls and they brushed across my face .. the soft powdery snow...