I go back to sleep — to catch a precious few winks — when the dog begins to whine. I again scramble to shut the whining machine by patting his head and pulling him in my blanket, with no luck. This whining machine comes with a sharp brain and a stubborn resolve. I have no choice but to shrug my blankie and step out of my warm cocoon. Its time for his walk.
The cold hits me as I step outdoors, all bundled up in my woollens. I still shiver as we brave the wind, and think about the day ahead. The mind finally wakes up and begins making notes of the chores for the day. But, it finds itself all alone, completely abandoned by my body. The body is in no mood to move a muscle. It somehow finishes the walk, gets the dog home, washes, cleans, feeds and gets back in the sluggish mode, all over again.
Unluckily, for us, winter somehow does not seem to agree with the shores of Mumbai. It plays a game of touch and go. One moment we are all packed in our rarely used woolies, the next moment, we are drenched in rivulets of sweat! How I wish winters in Mumbai were never-ending! Just thinking about curling up in the warm, cozy blankets all day long, sipping endless cups of hot coffee and enjoying non-sweaty days gives ‘chilling out’ a totally new meaning!
Ah! But that is not to be. This too shall pass. And before we know it, the long days of summer will be at out door step, wringing the life out of us. So, until then, let me just stay cooped up in my warm blanket with my favourite book and leave the boring chores for some other time!