I love feeling cold. Not the kind of cold that u feel when u hold an icecube in ur hand for too long……no….that cold is painful….my palm starts to hurt after sometime…..i like the kind of cold that u feel in ur dreams when u have kicked off the covers in ur sleep and are not awake enough to pull it back….but u can feel the chill nevertheless….the cold creeping up ur leg…..i like that kind of a cold….a cold which is kind of unreal and vaguely disconcerting as well. I like the kind of cold that u feel when u r getting ready for bed….a kind of reassuring cold which promises that a warm snuggling down under blankets with ‘Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ is still to come. Cold is nice. I like the kind of cold which numbs your limbs so that you don’t know whether they are ur bodyparts or not. A sharp kind of cold which clears your brain and reminds you of how much alive u r. actually I think I was wrong when I said that I don’t enjoy feeling painfully cold. I do to a certain extent. It reminds me as to how excruciatingly, mindbogglingly alive I am.
I love winters. Winters remind me of multicoloured pullovers and school excursions and sports practice and running for long hours without breaking into a sweat and bonfires and notun gurer sandesh and gorom bhaat and gorom malpoa and gorom patisapta (which my dida makes) and baths in warm water and angulkata moja and komolalebu and the smell of ponds cold cream and lakme moisturizer and pears glycerine soap and once again warm snuggles under the blankets with "Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy" or "Moon and the Sixpence" or the latest "Harry Potter".
I can’t understand privileged people( not homeless poor ones but people who have warm blankets and heaters and so forth) complaining about the cold in kolkata. Feeling mindnumbingly, painfully, fantastically cold in Kolkata is a luxury. I plan to enjoy it while it lasts.