Manmath smiled, did not stay... .

- Unveiled - Jay Vasavada

- Winter is the childhood of the sun! :

- Poshe Pashtai Shishir Suhai, Cold Lagai Sarsai...

- Whether it is the electronic fireplace of five star hotels or the hot gota shake - the heat is the same in both!

In an essay written years ago, Kundnikabhen Kapadia made a beautiful observation: 'Your first introduction is to the skin. Touch is the first sign of the season. A child's first recognition must be through touch, right? Let him recognize with his eyes!'

Well said! The first introduction of winter is to our skin - it becomes dry, burns, chapped lips or palms. The fur stands up, trembles, trembles and is calmed down by the wrapping of a blanket! In the sun even the fair skin gets coppery and gets roasted like green ginger! The 'warm feeling' of the blood in the hands when rubbing loudly! Winter is the season of 'Warmth' of the human mind that is wrapped around the 'cold'! The light of the sun coming from between the leaves is fixed directly in the heart!

What is winter?

Winter is the childhood of sun. The sun shines like fire, but in winter it becomes like a cradled baby. How soft are the hands of a child riding a small horse... Pink Pink... Lissa Lissa... It seems like the sun is kissing our cheeks by giving the same touch on a winter afternoon! As if a song from the voice of a demon! The ferocious sun turns pale like a fresh Shimla apple in winter.

winter A personal favorite season. Much praise of Varshatu has been rightly sung. Water is the lifeblood of man. Also, the economy of an agrarian country depends on the monsoon, so the monsoon is praised a lot. Rains will be the season to live, but it is winter in India to enjoy. Yes, specifically in India.

Under the influence of English Raj, we had a summer vacation in the scorching heat. Winter is a killer season in the Western Hemisphere of the world. A blood-curdling, life-killing season. The western winter is pale. It has only one color: white. The color of snow! White is also the color of death. In the bone-chilling snowfall, public life there becomes 'thapp' in press parlance. Traffic stops. In order to get the food items, one has to remove the layer of snow from the street. Birds migrate. Can't be outside much in the freezing weather. Stale food should be removed from the fridge and heated. Like in a prison, one has to turn on the heater and stay warm.

But in my native India - the cold season is a rosy season. We don't have cruel winters there. It is smooth except in the border areas. In the West, winter 'downs' the 'energy level' of vitality. Energy levels 'up' in winter in India! Winter is a perfectly balanced season here. It combines both the warmth of summer and the coolness of monsoon.

No matter how much the monsoons are praised on paper, no one can experience the first hand sight of the rains except the entrepreneurs and the helpless workers like 'Yeh bechara, kaam ke boj ka mara'. Varsarani's beauty is abundant, but she is like a rose blooming among thorns. Its smell is raudra, it cannot be drenched in water continuously... There are layers of mud everywhere... All kinds of winged insects are trying to force a person to leave the earth... House and body get damp... Clothes spoil- The shoelaces break - the papers get wet... even to walk a kilometer or so, it is as if one has to exercise like an Olympic hurdle race!

But winter is cool. Really cool! A good monsoon has gone, so wherever you look, the 'wrapper' of greenery has been wrapped! Water also has rail tracks. The air is dry - so neither man nor people are spoiled! (Don't get it? People mean things! Scrape the snow off your tongue, reader brotherhood!) You can go wherever you want, to your heart's content. It's also a pleasure to be 'Gotpot' in colorful sweaters and shawls! Whether it's a sweater or a shawl, it's great to bask in the warmth of the body's romerom. Natural Instinct, You Know! The proud feeling of being protected by a warrior's armor while wearing the sweater! (Being able to hide old clothes inside, or carry a pair of one is a bonus!) Like a purse, a scarf or muffler or even a hat is no longer just protection, it's a fashion statement.

Children unable to leave their blankets on winter mornings should be asked to write an essay on 'Winter Morning' in Nishal, (which is to be asked in the exam to be taken back in the summer!) It will not give a true vignette of winter. The coolness is a sensation to be enjoyed, if forgiving. It's better to die in the cold than to die in the heat - then there's nothing to live for! AC and Ice are the reason why the public has a craze. When there is a rosy coolness all around, the joy of the morning sun's soft rays touching the skin is no less than touching gold! It is as if the sun turns its hands on us with love. Cuddling us. Where else can you find warmth like this except in my lap?

Massage or read books in the morning... Everything will be liked, guaranteed. That's why the frozen season is the freshness season. Best for traveling. Constantly refreshing envelops him, tiredness seems to melt into the atmosphere. To cope with the low temperature outside, the speed of blood circulation also kicks into the next gear! Jom and Tavarrat Nakhshikh (Don't get it? From the toenails to the top of the head to the forehead!) start to take a turn! A kind of fun treats Tanman. Cafe of the season!

And there is no other place to eat in Gujarat like winter! Ahahaha... may the devotees of the food get the realization of heaven! Digestive power has become a little sharper and appetite has become fresher. And the nature that increases the appetite, opens the treasure of delicious food! A salute to all green beans is called winter! Tuvero, vatana, wal, choli... flower, potato, okra, dudhi, suran... Shahnashahi form of the word vegetable is so winter! After removing the black crusts on the brinjal, which is becoming hot, it becomes conscious in the terava! The intoxicating vapor rising from the fresh tomato flavored soup... Who says intoxication is only in tobacco smoke? 'Bottle' boys and 'drink' daughters would have to sip whiskey to warm up in winter - in normal cases, a cup of coffee would do the job! Be it the electronic fireplace of five star hotels or the hot gota shake - the heat is the same in both!

Winter is the sodom of the pliable Uddia in ghee... the tightness of the jeans wrapping the curves of a fit body time-tight... it is the heat of the fire burning in the quiet midnight square... it is the sound of birds flying across seas and countries... 'Snow Fall' No is the softness of an icy layer...the iridescent sparkle of a diamond twinkling from the ice of a sun-bathed glacier...some stout suffering from a stroke...a 'chiller' is an ice-cold spring that gives a thrill...a woolen clip wrapped around the ear. It's the earth digging under the soles of the shoes...the smear of Vaseline sliding over the chapped hands and chapped lips...the friction of the bronze bowl on the soles of the feet...the frozen ghee and boiled kavo, the comfort of smooth quilts and the closed room. Dhootan is... it's a lovely bath of hot water in the early morning soaking in the skin... the children are running like colorful balls of wool... the sound of soft music in the silent silence is winter!

But its night does not have the same passion as a brisk winter morning. Once the evening falls early... the darkness starts gathering like a python - and people go to their nests and go home sooner or later. Winter nights are lonely and dreary. No movement, no crowd, no noise! Where there is snow in it, the scene in the moonlight looks like the graveyard of the planet Earth! Grim and awful, still and silent! The flow of cold water of the rivers also becomes inert. Maybe the sound of a dog barking is enough to witness life! Snow, coldness, whiteness, silence, solitude, stillness, darkness and stillness are all characteristics associated with death. A winter night creates a hidden dread for a lonely man without the distraction of a TV, book or mobile.

Of course, for those who have youth and youthful company, winter is an out and out romantic season! Sarakai Lo Khatiya, Jada (cold) Laga.... Jade Mein Balma Pyaara Laga! No, nothing is cheap - pre-winter is the off season of the couple. If the wedding period comes in summer, it is a test for the couple. The rest of the winter is the honeymoon season. For the married and the unmarried too! Marriage is essential for cohabitation, not cohabitation!

Sanskrit poems such as 'Tusamhara' by the epic poet Kalidasa also have erotic descriptions of the winter grooming of the Kaminis with descriptions of new shoots and fallen flowers. The 7th verse of Sarga 4 is: 'The darling of the night licks the plump and beautiful breasts, so as a drop of tear falls from a woman's eye in sweet pain - so a drop of dew falls from the top of the tree at dawn in winter!' So the second verse of Sarga 5 is: 'In the cold season the sajjana consumes these things: a garbhgriha (enclosed warm room in the middle of the house) filled with gavaksha, sughatta vastras (thick clothes), ravirashmi (sunshine), agni (heat-toes) and hips stretched with labor. Kamini!' Tell me, who would believe that the non-sense people who censor in the name of obscenity are the original heritage of India?

Kalidas even writes that after spending the cold winter night in ratikrida with loved ones, the lucky couples get sleep only after the gentle morning sun rises! Yes- India has realized this before the world. Winter is the season of sex! This is the Tu of Dantakshat-Nakhkshat (Don't understand? So Bhog is yours!). The warmth of the pillows melting into the quilt and into each other blossoms into the gentle warmth of the surroundings. What do you call winter pink?

Reading wrapped in a quilt at midnight... caressing dewdrops on fresh grass in the morning... hiding in the morning fog with our own smoke coming out of our mouths... splashing sunbeams on a sunset canvas... wearing a jacket on a chilly night. Those who enjoy the heat of walking hand in hand do not need to pray for peace of mind! Welcome Winter!

- Xing Thing

Kamini does not care for the song that gives warmth to Hemant

Why did the yamsdan shi yamini (night) pass !'

(Prakrit Muktaka, Translation - Harivallabh Bhayani)