December...dunno when...
The wind from the window hit me like sharp icicles on my face...I was with Zehra, snug as a bug on the last seat in my bus...my face the target...save me!
Sorta like she heard me from the far even though she had my walkman on...I had no gloves...she was only wearing one on her right hand...she switched it to the other one and gave me her naked hand...
'My hands are too cold...'
'Atleast it's better than cold hearts.'
I never let go till college came,and for once, I didn't feel the icicles.
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