An Ode to the winter

Dear winter,

The other day I read somewhere that you will be harsh this year with snowfall and fog  so you must be doing fine. Well it is the most magical time of the year again and because its been cold past couple of weeks, its official that you have come.With new year being only a month away we can retrospect about the past and be hopeful about future; winter being the enigmatic bridge between the two dimensions. Despite the brazen cold, it has but always felt warm to me and I have always personified the thought of winter as an old lover, for it is one.

                                                       Its December already and you will soon be a thing of distant past and I want you to hear me before you go. I had always loved the idea of us and thought of us as bits and pieces of flawless imperfection ready to take on the coldest of days.Your warmth was more than my heart could contain and trust me I loved you with everything my soul was made of, a little crazy and a little bold. Believe me like you, I had worshipped the thought of us and meant every goddamn thing I said . If only I hadn't personified you and maybe I wouldn't  have come of as a lunatic and maybe you would still be my favourite time of the year. Anyways, don't let people like me get to you .You are stronger than all this, always have been. I am a fortnight in your three months and with time your fiery wind will blow me away like a speck of dust from the deepest parts of your memory . If only we hadn't complexed it all. How naive of me to think in the morning of that early winter that I could fix your brokenness. We needed fixing alright but in our own terms and in the end I only broke you more. Now I know more than ever that in the end we don't need fixing but someone who understands your brokenness and helps you in reassembling your pieces back together which only you can fix. If it makes you feel any better, at least you will always be my first and I; I will be just a no. in yours. Forgive me if you can and let me be a distant happy memory in your head. Winter won't be the same again but dear winter you are only a season and you shall pass. I am writing this not to claim my heart back but to thank you for the memories both good and bad and that you will always be a friend and a good one. And someday one such winter nights when I am with my family, telling my kids bed time stories over a cup of milk beside the old fireplace Winter will be my favourite time of the year again.