BY: MUSEERA IRFAN, B.D.S., BATCH IX. When I say I love wintermy privilege shows marshmallows dipped in hot chocolate hands wrapped around cups of kashmiri chai Fuzzy socks and knitted shawls cosy corners of sheltered homes weddings wrapped in fairy lights and barbecues in full swing roasted mong phali peels and nighttime chatterI sigh my love of warm winters when I say I love winter I forget the damp blankets and the shivering bonesthe cold homesand the colder sidewalk hot chocolates? ludicrous a gas less stove does not feed the chattering teeth for some, just outside, there’s no love for … Continue reading Bittersweet Winters