After years i witnessed rains with Hailstones the size of marbles which battered the hurrying pedestrains on a not so COLD day today. We Londoners are known to carry our sun glasses and umbrella whenever we leave the perimeter of our homes. Coming from a warmer place this is surely a sudden change of weather conditions.
In my battle against the cold i ve always been meeting defeat..a gentle cold breeze in Indian terrain would make way for my wollens to come out of the closet, yet the weather would give an oppurtunity to enjoy the treasures from the refrigerator, artificially moderated weather and having to avoid wear several layers of clothes.The signficance of which came to me after a gruelling noon on the streets of London.
With the ever changing weather and climatic status, i was stuck for bus no 253 which would transport either me or my soul-less body to the tube station..the invisible yet strong currents of cold and painful winds never let me forget the joy's of my cosy duvet. The rain left turned me in a religious fanatic praying to get into the centrally heated tube station in a blink..i imagined to be the time teleporter "Hiro Nakamura" to heighten the pleasure but without any help ofcourse..the wait seemed to have gone for decades, every part of my body was gradually falling numb,my cheeks acquired a sudden shade of pink which is unusual for my skin tone,legs had already transformed into candy sticks & I was FROZEN.As they say 'nothing stays forever" and nor did the freeze.
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