A winter's tale
Source : Originally posted at Cybage DoXperts, a Cybage Documentation team blog, on January 20, 2012. It is very cold in the evenings. Men sporting three unbuttoned holes on the shirt are in hibernation. On my way home, I take the road less travelled. On one side of the road, there’s open space till good distance and vegetation on the other. Riding home in the nipping cold, my body stiffens and assumes a cozy curvature from which it has to be disturbed when it gets a little too peculiar. Mostly, it’s the head which sinks into my neck and needs to be pulled up. Or, I overhang from my seat to one side and later, push my bulk back to the centre when some curious riders throw awkward glances at it. Leaving that road behind, I feel I am almost at the gate of my apartment. I forget the dread of the chill in the evening when I curl up like a dog in my duvet in the morning. But, unlike a dog whose ears go up at the slightest noise, mine are pretty hardened to any sound then. Even the unfri