I had miscalculated my capacity to combat the biters-battalion of Nature. I regretted. But it was too late. I had come too far from the repository of my protective shields. As greetings and handshakes ended, my struggle began. Nobody saw them dig their pikes into my marrow, making me shake like an epileptic patient. Suddenly, he looked at me. His casual glance turned into an intent gaze. Could he sense I was fighting an invisible foe? He rose, walked close to me, and gently placed his muffler upon my neck. My battle with Shimla’s cold ended up in a stalemate.
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Sanghmitra
24/7/2020 08:24:55 am
Your words are vivid. No one could guess the ending. It was unexpected.
Sivan Pillai
24/7/2020 08:25:21 am
Enjoyed your narrative about Shimla's cold, Paritosh.
Ed N. White
24/7/2020 09:29:07 am
Google tells me it is 64 degrees F. and 89% humidity in Shimla this a.m..Living in Florida, I feel your pain. Nice story, Paritosh.
Mary Wallace
24/7/2020 10:28:27 am
I too hate cold. Well done.
Swapan k Banerjee
24/7/2020 04:12:30 pm
This's exactly what happened to me while attending a workshop on a mountaintop. Just after sundown there's a sudden spurt of icy wind that chilled me to the marrow. A novelist very kindly offered her shawl which I wrapped around my blazer and somehow fended off the freezing cold!
Pamela Kennedy
24/7/2020 06:05:25 pm
I feel his chilling pain...nice story.
Sue Clayton
25/7/2020 03:09:44 am
Nothing bites as hard and deep as cold. I shivered while reading.
Paritosh Chandra Dugar
25/7/2020 08:22:46 pm
Thank you Sanghmitra, Sivan, Don, Ed, Mary, Swapan, Pamela, and Sue for your nice and inspiring comments. Comments are closed.
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