Winter, sigh!

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At times I simply stare into the past and I weave a woolen scarf out of your memories. Snuggling in it, I think, if your memories can keep me warm, what all we two can actually do? Sizzling, no? Now, please don't smile like you always do. It makes me miserable. I feel like a lone leaf in the yard, trembling and shaking within. Wait, woolen reminds me of one thing I kept from you - your own cap, the one you lost in Physics class. I stole it. Actually, not stole, I kept it when you forgot it on your desk and I used to wear it sometimes. I know, you will say, 'Really?', like you always say when you are surprised. Just so you know, I still have it but I don't wear it now.

Winter is knocking on your side of the world but here, it's quite cold already. I wake up every morning and wrap my arms around to keep myself warm. But not today, today early morning I saw your recent profile picture on Facebook and I'm not exaggerating, even mercury soared. You looked so hot in that picture that it made me warm. Heart started pounding with desire - to embrace you, to sniff the perfume from your sweater and to drag you under the quilt. Seriously, I thought all I need to keep myself warm is a hug from you every single winter day. Just a tight hug - that's all. 

By the way, I downloaded your picture. We are expecting freezing days ahead and I need something to keep me warm. And you can smile now.

Yours,
*****

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Image - New York City, Winter 2013

Comments

  1. Ranjana's craft blogNovember 11, 2014 at 1:03 AM

    Nicely written Saru.

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  2. Rahul BhatiaNovember 11, 2014 at 3:08 AM

    The prose is just as romantic as your poetry Saru:)

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  3. VinithaNovember 11, 2014 at 4:12 AM

    Can feel the winter chill and hotness later. Beautifully penned.

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  4. RajlakshmiNovember 11, 2014 at 6:56 AM

    Beautiful expressions as always... loved it :D

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  5. Red HandedNovember 11, 2014 at 1:06 PM

    I had a broad grin by the time I read Baawri Basanti.
    This was awwwww

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  6. Uma AnandaneNovember 11, 2014 at 2:00 PM

    Beautiful writing Saru!

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  7. AnonymousNovember 11, 2014 at 11:21 PM

    This one made me smile!

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  8. RachnaNovember 11, 2014 at 11:52 PM

    Wow, a great way to keep warm for sure. :)

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  9. http://joshidaniel.com/November 12, 2014 at 5:59 AM

    lovely :)
    but isn't Movember about growing mustache?

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    1. Saru SinghalNovember 25, 2014 at 2:42 PM

      Yes, I was confused as the friend who asked me to write about it, was sporting the clean shaven look. Thanks for correcting me.

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  10. UnknownNovember 12, 2014 at 9:58 AM

    Beautiful, I'm sure everyone would relate to this.

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  11. All Top SecretNovember 12, 2014 at 11:30 AM

    Beautiful post...........really nice........
    http://www.alltopsecret.com/

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  12. AnonymousNovember 12, 2014 at 11:41 AM

    Liked your writing style. Nice post.

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  13. www.lifepartneracademy.comNovember 12, 2014 at 11:19 PM

    I feel like a lonely leaf in the yard!. Its a truly poetic prose composition Saru.

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  14. UppalNovember 13, 2014 at 1:30 AM

    GOOD ONE! GIVES ME IDEAS TOO!

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  15. Yogi SaraswatNovember 13, 2014 at 1:54 AM

    Recently I read your three different posts. one was a poetry in English , second one was Hindi Ghazal and now this romantic and beautiful post . how many faces u have as a writer !! Really nice , each and every one can relate with

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  16. AnanyaNovember 13, 2014 at 2:55 AM

    Hey ur post made me warm :)

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  17. AnonymousNovember 13, 2014 at 5:10 AM

    You've captured the sizzle :)

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  18. K.A. AcharyaNovember 13, 2014 at 11:30 AM

    Beautifully written.

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  19. magiceyeNovember 13, 2014 at 11:40 AM

    Enjoyed the write!

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  20. Alka GurhaNovember 13, 2014 at 11:07 PM

    How romantic is that! Loved the opening line, Bawari Basanti.

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  21. A Homemaker's UtopiaNovember 14, 2014 at 7:45 AM

    Loved reading this post Saru :)

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  22. Writefully YoursNovember 15, 2014 at 9:29 AM

    I like when you write fiction! Somehow, I am picturing it as a young love. In the end, it seems, it's not over yet...it's a welcome positive note, something that I haven't read in a while.
    P.S. Winters in the NE...brrrrr! :(

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    1. Saru SinghalNovember 25, 2014 at 7:55 PM

      I know, winter is NE is horrible but thank god for NJ food. I bet you miss it. Thanks a ton for reading, Prateek.

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  23. C SureshNovember 16, 2014 at 12:51 AM

    SO - you CAN write fiction as well as you do poetry, Saru? Great!

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  24. LocomenteNovember 17, 2014 at 4:49 AM

    This is so-so lovely... Poetic and romantic!

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  25. दिगम्बर नासवाNovember 17, 2014 at 7:12 AM

    Wow .. wonderful ... very touching and romantic ...

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  26. AnonymousNovember 21, 2014 at 1:21 AM

    enjoyed a lot quite nice experience to have This reminded me old memories..
    with cheers
    abid@q8living.com

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  27. AseemNovember 24, 2014 at 1:51 PM

    You have beautifully captured the warmth of love in the midst of the freezing cold :D.

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  28. Vishal BheerooMarch 4, 2016 at 12:53 PM

    Romance in the air. Sizzling tale of love in winter:)

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    1. Saru SinghalMarch 7, 2016 at 9:55 AM

      Winter is romantic. One can cuddle and weave passionate tales. :)

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