Let it snow!
I always dreamt of staying in a cold country because I come from South Asia. My first winter in Germany was ecstatic, I was loving the outside cold, heavy jackets, gloves and you name it! It was a fairyland to me.
Days passed, months passed, the climate changed to summer. I got to enjoy the long days and short nights, I felt more energetic and happy to wear light weight clothes, no jackets, it felt nostalgic.
The next winter was received with less charm, sensed dullness in me and around, thick jackets were a compulsion to sustain the cold outside. The joy I had for the first winter in Germany was not the same for the second year, but anyway the months passed by.
Everything looks great and joyful from far away. Doesn’t it? We aspire for something and when we have it, we look for something else.
And this time I feel the winter is insane like a dead pool, killing us all to death with a severe cold. Maybe it is because I was on a long vacation to my home country, I was quite emotional to get back and with a lot of grief, I landed here. The cold weather was so extreme, I could literary feel my bones.
India being a more populated country, you see many people pass by, many eatery stalls and everything is available at your arm's distance. After landing in Germany it felt weird, I had to again deal things with broken German, you don't see the things you get to see in India, it felt horrible to me at the point. Could have been my jet lag or the feeling of having come back to reality after a long relaxation mode. I suddenly started hating this cold — on the other part this is what I yearned for years back!
For a week I couldn’t accept the fact of staying in a cold country with no much sounds, people around. There was no way but to accept the reality, slowly I started getting back to my normal routines, keeping myself busy with other activities, this made me focus less on the dry days' weather.
And then it came bang bang!!
My angels of happiness showered snow overnight to surprise me. I get up in the morning for my coffee, and suddenly I get the glimpse of snow everywhere through the window. It felt so so good to see snow in this dry climate. The joy in the heart is high, my soul jumps with happiness to see the snow.
Putting on outdoor clothes is an agony, but when it snows I don’t feel the pain to wear jackets and go out because you get to witness the snow, just to walk by the streets to see it feels great.
It feels like I got back my life to a certain extent.
Normally in the northwestern part of Germany, the winters are predominantly with less or no snow at all, but when it happens it gives us the joy of a festival and sadly it lasts not more than a day or two. :(
Winters have made me feel the boredom but gladly not the snowfall. I wish it snows again more often before the winter ends!!
