Best Winter Stories

Winter is leaving
And the breeze has become lazy
The frost is becoming lukewarm
And
The winter apparel’s are getting vacated,
The closet is being revived.
The birds are approaching,
To their old habitation.
And
The bonfires are no more required
To make us warm.

The other day, she brought me winter in a box.

It rained leaves that day, yellow leaves.
The branches were dried up, the sparrows were flying low.
We sat there not holding hands.
Just looking at the same sky.

I told her that I like how she lets her curls fall on her black eyes before telling stories about her trips.
And I didn't let her realize that I know that she squeezes her nails on her palm whenever she talks about her mom.

She told me that she likes how things turn dark at night.
And she likes the city in the reflection of car lights.
And I told her, I like the days in the same way.

We sat there holding hands.
Just looking at the same sky.

One day I told her I like winters.
The other day she brought me winter in a box.
 #Astitva