THE ONSET OF WINTER

According to what I have known
Winter is always marked by the gently falling snow
And the ever-so-slow rain hammering on the roof
But do you remember what you always said to me?
You told me that you wouldn’t have it any other way
But I have never seen winter marked by your words
Or rather the lack of them
But does it hurt you too that we don’t speak anymore?
We don’t fight anymore
And all our quarrels have found peace in the living room
Where we don’t find time to live anymore
But I will never hold anything against you
Apart from the fact that you taught me
That much more than the freezing cold
It is bitterness that marks the onset of winter.



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Mohul Bhowmick

Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.


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