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.