Winter had always brought him gifts, wrapped in some pensive guise; the bitter memories, sad, sickening thoughts and visions past, of defeats and disappointments, of losing out time and again to malevolent manipulators and cunning confidence tricksters.
And as it quietly clawed its way in, crawling up the bones, with all its wrath unleashed upon him, he used to creep deeper into the dark dungeon where he lived in careless solitude, finding solace in a good book or two, engrossed in his Kafkaesque fantasies, the lust for revenge giving way to muted renunciation. And he often tried to fight back his dreary fate, chasing away the cheerless gloom by conversing with the gentle giants, the sages of ancient age, and the makers of the modern world.
But this winter is going to be different for him for he is going to discover snow for the first time with a gang of cute little kids with infinite zest, as much eager and as enthusiastic. They made him glance through the shades of gloom, into the possibilities of winter days and exclaimed through those toothless smiles that it throws a chilly white blanket of snow on the ground, and that the sun makes sparkling jewels on the snow, and how the trees in their neighborhoods are adorned with the ornaments of snow. They also told him that there will be enough snow to make a giant snow man! They are hoping to raise an army of snow men this winter and they have agreed to enlist him as an apprentice.
And yes, he is waiting for winter,……….....to make one for himself………….....
......an ice maiden.....with an icy diadem and a Duchenne smile.
