Thursday, November 18, 2010

It is a seeping kind of cold. Not the kind to be warmed up by a fireplace or a steaming hot mug of tea. It is a creeping kind of cold. The kind that steals up behind you and before you know it it's not just the weather that is cold - it is you.


Smita Sharma said...

Love it. You've got a way of writing that does not reek of someone writing so that others may read--but someone writing their thoughts on ink.

Amrita said...

:-D and you have a way of making someone's day!