30 days of winter

Behold and there is,

winter knocking at our ears and wet feet in the middle of a pandemic.

For 30 days of winter,

I bought a sweater and woollen socks.

My padded jacket sees the light of the day and I keep putting off more purchases saying:

Oh what is it but a few days of chills?

Come february we’ll start complaining how hot it is in the second month itself.

Temperature drops suddenly as I sit in front of the computer,

processing customer requests and I know…

It is time to go home.

work- the only hours I make an effort to smile and laugh

lest I am nicknamed, ‘Grumpy’.

I read somewhere,

people in Russia don’t smile when they’re outside in the cold.

The capillaries might burst if you’re too happy.

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