By Aalam Singh Batth
I’ve gotta feeling, a feeling of wanting to feel the snow falling amidst the morning winter dew, but alas! I desire the warmth and comfort too. The desire to feel the snow on a dewy winter morning outweighs the desire to be warm and cozy. The only predicament in my way for experiencing snow is the ordeal of stepping outside my comfort zone. And, for that even rum or brandy would not suffice. The snow falls mimicking the perfect crystal frosts as it clings with the hime covered trees, while I sit inside pondering about my misfortune. How easy and happy would life be if I could just step outside and feel the snow.
But this feeling, the feeling of the want of something so desirable and lustful is very much impractical and impossible as my geographical location doesn’t permit such feats of nature. It has historically never snowed in the place where I live. Yet, I sit inside romanticising about such moments. It feels as if all my problems would be solved if I could just experience the feeling I crave the most. Whilst being completely oblivious about the myriad of potential issues that may arrive when my wish comes true. Apart from being aware of these premonitions, I still want to go there and get caught up in the middle of it. I can’t help myself but I am looking for something I can’t have. These minor constraints in my perfectly normal life makes it impossible or me to sleep, as my heart aches for more and my conscience desires for something that resembles it. The thoughts are so tempting, sometimes it makes me wonder how it got so bad, the snow’s just a metaphor just like heaven’s a fire escape when things go dark. It’s not tough, it’s easy to find love in the idea of something that’s practically not possible at the moment. Practicality is the killer of all things desirable.
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