Thermally Yours

Earth's climate is changing (like you haven't noticed that already)!

Given the various factors (actual and the ones in Hollywood films)- the magnetic pole shift, the greenhouse effect, ozone layer depletion, tectonic plate movement and various other natural disasters- the climate itself is migrating south. Err, I mean, summer starts in July, monsoons come in October and March is the coldest month now.

Also, owing to the above elements, the weather is harsher. Cold weather is colder and hot is hotter.

We are experiencing winter. And it has started snowing near the equators. I am not very well prepared for the frosty days. Snow has engulfed half the city and transportation has come to a halt. Why was I out on the streets, I will never know. Maybe forage for food?

Anyway, I meet my long lost lover (I don't recognize in real life but well). He looks regretful and laments his decision of leaving. I am annoyed and not convinced by his mere words.

That is when he hugs me and tells me the one thing that could change my stance in this bitter, icy weather.

"I will be thermally yours."


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Rahul said…
that was heart-warming!
27 April 2015 at 02:44

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