“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ” – John Burroughs
I am one of those hot-blooded creatures who awaits the onset of winters with bated breath every year. Thats because I simply adore the cold weather. The breath fogging up, misty veils hanging on the trees in the parks and that razor-sharp chilly air that jolts you awake with a fresh adrenalin rush.
Winter is my season to bloom!
They call me all sorts of names – my many friends and cousins who simply dread the cold and can’t wait for it to go away.
I say bring it on!
I love sunning in the lazy winter sun after lunch; snoozing off for a bit in its toasty coziness. Tea making is a whole new ritual in winters as is eating a lot of hot sweets like halwa and kheer. Not to mention, stuffing my pockets with dry fruits to munch on the whole day. And have you seen the winter veggies we get? Oh man I can’t wait for winter to come knocking soon!
Let me enthrall you with some of my winter tales from last season!
January 2017 saw me fulfill my wish of watching a snowfall when I went up to Srinagar to stay with one of my school besties- Yasmin. As I sat in the airport cab, I rolled down the window to stick my head out while the driver switched on the heater and rubbed his hands together. I requested him to turn it off as I was feeling too warm in the cab. He gave me the most incredulous look but complied.
Yasmin was no better. She would freeze as soon as she would step out of the warm cocoon of her super heated room while I would breath in the chill and feel invigorated. She would step into stores/cafes and ask for a heater or for them to shut the door while I wanted to sit outdoor and enjoy the cold.
Quest for a Shikara ride
I wanted to go on a long lazy Shikara ride on the Dal lake; she looked at me like I had just split my guts out. Her driver also shook his head in dismay at my request and tried to convince me its a loony idea as I would freeze on the ice-cold waters.
I was adamant and got into a Shikara while they headed home. The plan was I would ride on the lake from this point to the point near home; while they drove off in the cozy confines of the car. The driver told Yasmin, ” Why is she so crazy? I bet you she is going to call in 5 minutes to help her off the shikara.” I laughed my head off when I heard this later, for you see it was the best Shikara ride in a lifetime for me.
The icy waters were still and quiet; no one had ventured out. The calm surface of the lake was dotted with scores of migratory birds which flitted away as soon as we reached near. The water was a rich canvas to the snow veiled peaks and the skeletal silhouettes of trees which formed beautiful inverted images on it.
Char Chinar (Four Maple) Island
I meandered on the lake for almost two hours; while Yasmin waited at home convinced I had frozen into a popsicle on the lake 😉
The valley of flowers A.K.A Gulmarg
Next day, I headed out for Gulmarg – the ski destination of Kashmir. Yasmin refused to go as it was snowing cats and dogs out there. After a two-hour drive (again no heater and the poor driver was freezing; so he switched it on and off), I reached the lower region of Tangmarg from where one has to hire cars which put chains on the tyres to avoid slipping in the snow.
I had never seen such snow and was enthralled by the soft powder floating down in gentle flurries that soon started to drench me. Oh Oh!!! I realised snow is after all water and it melts. Soon my shawl was soaking wet with it while I tried my best to protect my camera gear from getting wet. Yes I do have my priorities right! 😉
I walked for 4 hours in the falling snow and couldn’t get enough of it. The pictures didn’t come out as sharp as I would like as the weather had turned hazy. But that didn’t stop me from shooting non stop.
When I reached back home after spending the whole day in Gulmarg, Yasmin could only shake her head and call me loony while she snuggled deeper in her quilt! She simply couldn’t imagine how I had fun when all I could do was sigh and wish I had been able to stay the night in Gulmarg.
I cannot explain my glee of walking in the snow, watching the snowfall or just simply waking up to a landscape rendered a silent white in the night. But I do know one thing, winter is my queen and I wait for it with bated breath this year too.
Do you love winters? Do you await them with bated breath? What is your favourite winter memory?
Check out my winter love in previous posts:
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge and the prompt for the day is Bated Breath.
If you would like to read the posts on previous prompts:
Also linking up with Sanch for the Friday Reflections