COLD
Cold is something an air-conditioned office will never let you know. Cold is not the fake smiles and the courteous exchanges. Cold is not the spiel of a heartless narrator. Cold is not the words of a pessimist. Cold is not callousness. Cold is not the ungifted wallet and book that lie at home. Cold is not mortuary.
Cold is definitely not Aishwarya Rai.
It is the tickling shiver when you walk a few steps out on a winter afternoon. And an excuse for a hug, when noon gives way for a colder night. Cold is much much kinder.
A lot happens in this part of the world.
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6 comments:
cold will be so much happier after reading ur blog.
wat a warm thoughts about cold..
Bhav u find humour everywhere! that's amazing!
thanks!
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Cold is something an air-conditioned office can always let u know. Cold is what u feel when u see the fake smiles and the courteous exchanges. Cold is the spiel of a heartless narrator. Cold are the words of a pessimist. Cold is callousness. Cold is the ungifted wallet and book that lie at home. Cold is mortuary.
Cold is definitely not Abhishek bhachan.
It is the tickling shiver when you walk a few steps out on a summer afternoon in a dormitory full of people lying on thier death beds. And they are asking thier relatives for an excuse to give them thier last hug, even though they don't wan't it to be last. What you feel when you evaluate yourself on the same plane that god has chosen for them, is cold.
Duh! That's pessimism dripping off every line!
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