As random as it can get, today the little wench’s blog is
going to be about something she has always ‘not liked’ (not ‘hated’) but now
slowly, is falling in love with. Winters have never been her favourite, for the
jungle gets even colder, and like Bella, she too has this appalling sympathy
towards anything cold.
After all, why should you like winters? They make you lazy, they
make you cold, they make you late for everything, and they make you have that
urge to get cozy and cuddle up. Not that cuddling or getting cozy is bad. Or being
lazy for that matter. But the gloom winters sets in the tone, in the air, that
is something that makes it abhorrent.
Or so I thought until she started seeing
winters from magical lamb’s point of view. (In case, I never remembered to
mention about him, he’s the most persistent character in the wench’s life-
adorable yet irritating fellow!)
Coming back to the present, the wench’s new private section in
her work area has made her realize and appreciate the beauty of this new word
she’s learnt. A-p-r-i-c-i-t-y. The corner seat location-isolating from mundane
routine aroud, the life-affirming flush green plant on the desk (not the
artificial one, btw), the yellow-orange tint on the glass pane, the ‘relax
theory’ teaching pigs strolling in the dumping area; and the warmth from bright
sun soaking in your skin and your mood. And seeing wench’s past record of ‘attraction
criteria’, can you really blame her for slowly falling in love with the mean winters?
P.S: Just an afterthought, but still, are winters really a
good time to fall in love with someone? Or worse? Tell mee why!
