18 DEC 2016 AT 3:47

This time, Delhi's winter has brought along with it embers to warm my heart. In our touch, slight and intimate, I have felt its heat.

Temperature has never been my friend. Be it the sultry summer that simmers me into steam or the Himalayan cold that sends me into shivers post every sunset. Today, when she drove us into the greener and much colder JNU campus for dinner, I groaned how my sweater wasn't enough for me to not tremble. She took off her muffler and urged me to wrap it around my neck. It helped. My teeth didn't crackle thereon. Besides, it smelled of her. An hour later, in the movie theatre, they blew the A.C. right on top of our heads. She started to shiver a little. I returned half of her muffler to her, which she twirled around her neck and part of her face. A sniff later, she said, "It smells of you; it is nice." It smells of you rather, I replied, our necks conjoined by a magical piece of wool that smelled of the one one was fond of.

At this hour, while I am wrapped in a blanket in search of sleep, I crave for her muffler. It's much colder without it. So cold that my nose is blocked.

- हर्ष स्नेहांशु