The mercury is gradually rising, but the wheels refuse to move. There is a funny screeching sound, which appears to say,
I remember you riding me ages ago. But then, I was buried in snow and you did not bother to pull me out. The warmth I felt towards you has frozen.
The grudge against me is justified. I gave up when the snowfall did not stop. Two and a half months have elapsed, and now I need a servicing guy to restore the health of the bicycle, before it restores mine.
The weighing scale gave me another shock. It appeared to speak in the same tone,
You gave up and now you suffer.
It is funny how we define a circle of normalcy for ourselves, and then play around with the perimeter. Flexibility always clashes with a need for discipline. I need to have backup plans for all unforeseen emergencies.
Life needs to restart again … hopefully smooth till the next winter.
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