Unlike monsoon, winter doesn’t need an official arrival news from the met department. We, the lazy beings, take pride in being the first ones to notice winter’s arrival. Our sleep cycle stretches considerably and a splash of water follows a never-ending series of, “Just five more minutes.”
Winter works wonders for the easy goers. There is no need to take a bath, daily. One can easily escape the wrath of elders who claim dire consequences as a result of not subjecting oneself to the hydral trauma. One just needs to argue that the water is too cold and terribly named diseases may soon follow. Or that there’s been no sweat thanks to low temperatures. Thus, the body hasn’t earned itself a bath. On the clothes front too, one is quite safe and can practice rigorous laziness. Dirty clothes can be hid tactfully under sweaters or jackets. If shirts get unbearably dirty, one can simply go shirtless – of course, with an appropriate winter-wear.
A rare offline socializing aspect of winters is a bonfire. The cozy combo of fire and conversations produce just the right amount of warmth. You need to be careful about the toxic gases emanating from the bonfire. Bonfires are typically lit after dinners. The smoke that results from fire in the belly of humans makes them a rather bothersome source of toxic gases.
If a budding love affair peaks during the monsoon, it might soon turn out to be a bugging one. The joy of walking in the rains is soon overshadowed by the repeated trauma of washing your muddled denims. Even the symbolic exchange of handkerchiefs cannot take place as one gives a thought to the disgustful feeling that follows when we touch someone else’s wet handkerchief. And handkerchiefs never dry in the monsoon –thanks either to overcast conditions or to tears or, more importantly, to runny noses.
An honestly untried advice is to embark on the love journey towards the end of the rainy season and for the larger good of the guests, to get married in winter. With slight planning, one can ensure the child’s birth in the rainy season. Of course, parents are not criminal enough to send their kids to your child’s birthday while it rains. The huge cost of a winter wedding, thus, largely offsets the repeated cost of the child’s monsoon birthdays.
In conclusion, the three-point agenda for winters is: Love winters, get loved in winters and make love in winters.
