Its that time of the year again..
Unusual is the winter warmth,
The warmth of my clothes keeps me snug,
Yet these unbridled cool winds lift my spirits..
I remember the times when I'd long for this season.
When you'd come from the distant West.
And your arrivals would coincide with softly quenching showers..
How I'd spend those days with you,
By the beach, or in Italian restaurants with foggy windows..
How everyday was something special..
Earlier, my hand would close around my cellphone, waitingg for a correspondence..
Now, it was shyly embracing your long fingers..
Have I aged through time,
or has time simply aged?
I now hold fingers far smaller than mine,
Cuddle him close & brave him through an innocently breezy weather,
Eagerly waiting for his reactions to his first rain shower.. :)
