Chilly winters have now charmed us!

It is now time we recognized the aestheticism in a chilly misty morning. Let us rememeber our youthful days when mist was synonymous with small town dating because the elders were unable to catch sight due to mist. The previous few days were quite tough as they were fraught with anticipation of withdrawal symptoms. They still are but now they have been accepted per se. However, morning brought an old english song on my lips after a long, long time. 'Nothing's gonna change my love for you....'. It is somewhat true. The proportion is quite miniature though. The 'shiddat' is not that much. But it exists.
It appears to be a transition from the intoxicated to the normal and then from the normal to the romantic. It is not smooth and seems to be almost a roller-coaster ride. But the happy end, if it occurs, fascinates a lot to be able to cope with the trials and tribulations.