Carl Reiner once said – “A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
I found it very un-romantic, who does not like snow!
The soft white bliss from the heavens to the earth in addition to being the perfect snow fights memory maker. After all, didn’t Markus Zusak (the author of The Book Thief) call a snowball in the face to be the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship?
Those were times, when I was enjoying my childhood in pure tropical bliss. At that point in my life, nothing was worse than a 40 degree Celsius. I used to dream about visiting a country where I could actually see snow in person, not on the screens.
Those were the only dreams that filled my days and nights.
Fast forward a couple of decades, and I found myself in a cold country – cold and beautiful. My dreams finally decided to meet me in person. And guess what, like a crazy barking lunatic, I ran out at the first glimpse of snow – short of singing and dancing, giggling like a schoolgirl.
Your first snow is like your first love, that’s what they say. That’s exactly what it is. Your second love might be Barack Obama, the coolest of them all, but guess what? You are always going to sneak into your ‘first-love-memory-corner’ every now and then.
Long story short – snow started to look less and less dreamy as the years passed by – to the extent that I have actually started dreading a snow forecast now. Somehow, snowflakes now have the precision to hit my eyeballs as soon as I step out. Smack dab in the middle of my eye!
Have the snowflakes trained their algorithm for an eye ball landing over the years? Or were they always precise from the start or did I choose to ignore them earlier and just danced and sang like an idiot in the rain?
Is it the snowfall or is it me?
Do I agree with Carl Reiner now?