Winter Months Are Cruel And Life Passage In Brule

We Dread Winter

Winter Months Are Cruel And Life Passage In Brule

Winter months are cruel. They hit you hard below the belt and mirrored in reflet and lodge us in a compartment that essays life passage in a territory as virile as Brule. In countryside the life is more fearsome given no power and everlasting silence every passing hour. We dread Winter and its onset and when it is at prime, we suffer in silence akin to punishment for crime. We can pen thoughts on Winter in North India; the South and West have been spared from travails and phobia. The Winter descent releases hysteria in a nation where there is widespread feria. Winter be short and sum up as an act of shrift, its departure should be swift something largely seen in Crete. In North America, Latin America, Europe, Russia, Commonwealth of Independent States, China and beyond the Winter is harsh with enough hiccups, the temperatures falling below zero and there is enough clarity given no sighting of kouros. When would biting cold abate and the affected lot would have nothing to berate is not known from November to March one has solitary consolation in home and home alone.

Those surviving on crumbs the life is a challenge and seeing through this biting cold which at no point they want this winter template to usher even in Kazakhstan amassed with tenge. In India especially along the roadside millions spend their nights under open sky and there are none to shed a tear and cry. What would be the state of affairs in a distant territory as Siberia which all through the year has plummeting temperatures which a disciplined lot does not want to hear. Let Winter subside, the sky slide open, the aeronautics mishaps reduce to zero, the aviation sector facing myriad of challenges even in distant places as Kuorou. We have Winter Olympics to Winter Semantics all along in a world where for majority of occasions virus is rare and with its onset and imprint send shower of fear. It has been over a month over 40 days to be precise since we watched melodramatic news channels and here newspapers are no good operating under the lens of an administration which is no miniscule and doesn't pule. The turn of events have made us wonder where we went wrong and there are pitfalls of hospitalisation of elderly who was with us all along. 

Winter blues are hard to fade and recede in a world/universe where people are aghast and hesitate to greet. We have heard about snow clad territories all through the year and in our country from Kedarnath to Badrinath devotees push themselves in queues when doors are open and this is no rare. We hold Kedarnath to Badrinath Shrines in high esteem some believe the reigning deity would shovel away challenges that are extreme. Course correction as far as virus is concerned is not known and since Dec 2019 virus and its virulent nature is the underlying foam. It is a pity that despite reminders people don't mask themselves and keep social distancing; the New Year revelry was crude and hallucinating. It would be an uphill task to keep the doors of Kedarnath and Badrinath Shrines open from Spring to Autumn given the fusillade of weather change that can surprise the likes of Newton.

One doesn't know if virus would have abated or not if elderly had been taken care of, mistreatment and indifferent attitude was omnipotent and brought life to a halt. Virus vicissitudes are all over there and how to read its gait and curb it no one has an answer and is the impending fear. We still hope the virus script to dwindle in a world seized by upheaval. Let respect to each and all be the abiding goal, cash push and holding rank/position should be stopped and torrentially fold. Irrespective of caste, creed and colour of cash, respect be bestowed on everyone maltreatment to even small entity can be lethal and set maelstrom run.