Stalemate, by Paritosh Chandra Dugar

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.