Cold Rescue Alert

It gets into your head. It makes you shiver and it makes your teeth chatter. You rub your plams with incredible frequency, but even friction fails you today. Your cheeks are red, and so is the tip of your nose, but rest everything pale blood-less vampire white. Some refuge, some relief, some warmth?

No. None.

And that is how you sit bundled inside the blanket that would indicate you are a terrorist, or a destitute, were you on the road. But you're at home. In your "cozy warm home". Yeah RIGHT!

You long for a hot bowl of chicken soup, but to make it means you'll have to leave the razai and that ain't happening, oh no no no!

There's no electricity. The poor darling heater just sits there and stares at you dejectedly. You wish you could step upto it and hug it and console it. Alas! the heights the man can go to, where he shall seeketh warmth!

The mist surrounds you as if the Ice Queen is just about to make a grand entry, and for the slightest second you hope everything will turn into Narnia and Aslan will announce you as royalty (That happens. Somehow, everyone who enters Narnia, turns out to be royalty.)

We humans hope for a lot, don't we?

All you need, all you need, is a hug. Just one hug, that's all it takes. From someone who loves you, someone you love. Both arms around you, the ONLY place where you truly belong. You fit in perfectly, like it was made just-for-you. The only place you feel at home, yes, your "warm, cozy home", where you feel at peace, completely safe and secure. You don't need anything more, except that the hug lasts forever.

And it's not really cold anymore.