By Neel Anil Panicker
The wind howled all night; by morning the earth was a blanket of sheer white.
Little Roma peeped through her frost smeared window and found snow, thick icicled sheets, layering every inch of the earth. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and stared at the park yonder. Much like a tailor made suit that fills and fits the human frame perfectly, the snow had wrapped itself around the tall deciduous trees, its barks, branches, even the flowers and buds being assured of its tight embrace.
All around, as far as the eye could see, snow danced in the light, an eye popping choreographed ballet conducted by the gentle wind
Soft muffled laughters forced her gaze closer home. Children, some mere five or six year olds, had hit the road, their wondrous fluffy eyes half hidden behind double lininged woollen caps, peering out at the fairy white pathway. Their adrenalines on a high, the exuberant kids hopped and jumped, stomping up and down the dreamy stretch, their wild wanton shrieks indicative of the unadulterated pleasure they were experiencing.
Roma, from her cocooned abode watched the glorious mating of Man and Nature, and wondered if it were not for her fever she too would have rushed down the stairs and joined her friends in throwing fluffy ice balls at one another.
She let out a sigh and continued the streets morph into fresh, white pages and the children stomp on them, their mittened hands clasping and forming fresh icy balls that they launched into space, or at the faces of unsuspecting passersby.
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