The cold and I

The temperature in Chandigarh is plummeting, it touched zero last night and the forecasters predict that it might go down to minus-three degree Celsius, the coldest in Chandigarh’s history.

It’s good not to interact with unstable people. The cold, the unstable people, the friends, the fortune tellers and other forces all throw me off balance and pin me to the ground…and then suddenly I realize…there’s no one out there, I’m doing it to myself…and I get up, shrug my shoulders and walk off in the blistering cold.

There were just two realities, the cold and I, the rest were just figments of my imagination.