The Winter Sun

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Its clement and subtle. Too sweet and charming. Unlike the scorching days of June or July when the sun is unmerciful on the people. 

Holding a cup of coffee on my right hand, while sitting at the balcony, I was watching the morning sun through the thin, stranded leaves of the coconut tree. It was trying hard to come out vividly obstacled by the weatherly inhibitions. The fog had suffused the entire environ making it even difficult to see through clearly at this hour of the morning. 

I expected to sit in the unroofed end of my balcony where the sun would fall directly on my face. I had been deprived of these wonderful winter sunrays since so many days as being busy earning my sustenance. Days have been so busy that there is always little time to even cherish the smallest of the luxuries provided by the nature.

Today, I was praying hard to get atleast the scantiest of the compassion of the Sun God but to my disappointment, I was made clear by the nature to not to hope any  splendour and to carry on with my daily chores. 

While I prepared to leave my hope, I suddenly recalled my recent visit to Pelling in Sikkim. I had arranged this visit especially to witness the mighty Kanchenjunga at sunrise. So, after much research, I had selected a resort which was mostly popular for its balcony view. The reviews suggested the immediate observance of Kanchenjunga from the balcony even from the room; the main USP of this resort and the reason for being highly charged, thus, compromising at some comforts. But as I reached Pelling, there was heavy shower and cold in the month of April-May and I was dismayed by this weather and had already predicted, my hope of seeing Kanchenjunga being perished away.  Next morning had proved my prediction. After some tour of the place, and spending another day at Pelling, we decided to leave for Gangtok the next morning. I was unhappy and sulked all this while at seeing my lost hope.

The next day, as we got ready, I looked outside the window to find a horrifying foggy and saddened morning. We were slow in our departure due to the weather, when my elder sister, for no certain purpose, went to the balcony. She shouted my name and I thought what could have gone wrong with her. My stupid mind wondered, she can't fall down from such a secured balcony. Soon, I heard her footsteps and so was sighed.

She had forcefully pushed the door open and I could not believe the sight in front of me which had already caught my breathe. I could see the great Kanchenjunga shining under the sun. It was white and sparkling; covered with the snow. A mesmerising view, blissful to the eyes.  Something so peaceful, serene and pure . I wanted to be left at that moment for forever. And slowly I could see a greater part of the range. There was cool breeze and the balmy sun rays, duo bestowed upon us, as the mighty mountain was blessing us in disguise. It was a memory imbibed inside me, may be for my entire life. 

As, I revived my Kanchenjunga experience, sitting on my balcony, I saw the stuggled sun making its path visible and shinning shyly. I dragged my chair to the unroofed portion of the balcony, thus, letting myself accessible to the sunrays, to be kissed at my cheeks.

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