Twenty Is Winter: I
By Ahla Iqbal
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There lives a girl who fell in love with a boy. Her love was impossible to this world. To pursue him, she wrote a book with him as the main character. This book is the first part of her love story and a confession for him. The second part would come later after this confession. How
beautiful it would be to write a book for the loved one, to pursue him!
Ahla Iqbal
Ahla Iqbal is an Under Graduate in BA English Language & Literature. She is a romantic poet who is trying her heavenly bliss upon novels too. Ahla had published five of her poems through many contests, finally it gave her the courage to publish an anthology of her own, 'Love Diary Of a Young Poet'. She became fortunate enough to publish her second anthology titled, 'Dried Rosis'. She got nominated under the Top 25 for the Youngest Poet Award of India 2023 by Indian Film House at the time of writing this book.
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Twenty Is Winter - Ahla Iqbal
CHAPTER 1
Introduction
Winter had started a week before.. The swooshy sound of winds.., I could still hear them from inside. I took my side lazily cozying myself facing the woods that were under fire only to give us the warmth to survive. I watched those woods getting into ashes, ice crystals were falling so hard by then. For a moment it interrupted me, with a big noise. But I got back to them without much struggles. The snip-snap-whoosh of those woods were sizzling blaze, far enough to comfort me and my body. I kept my head down to watch them more closely. For a second, I was able to hear the sound of their last breath, I looked at them, now with my inner eyes to hear what they are trying to tell me. Then, they made me stuck in a thought, it was so sudden. For some moments, I mistook them as me.. A deep sigh. I couldn’t even argue to myself that it was all a thought since my tears had jumped already from the strong bluish eyes that beholds many... We have a similar life..
I thought. My mother by then had already made a coffee for me and she was drinking hers. I was then too reckless to drink it before it turns into an icy rock.
What are you staring at, have your coffee
She murmured. My coldish hands longed, to unite with the hot coffee glass. I took them in an instant like it would be snatched by someone before me. What made me to think like this way? It has no answer....
My mother, by then was getting ready to go outside to collect some woods, every day we would go out and collect the woods. It would continue till the snow falling gets worse. We will be completely shut inside when the intensity of the weather gets so high. I longed to go outside at all the times, it needs a lot of efforts to survive the world outside the door. Today I took my favorite sweater to wear. It was a dark brown sweater with a cute tiny heart on the left bottom corner of the sweater. My coloured sweaters found its place in the corners. It was a deathly silenced world until I opened the door... The swooshy sounds of cold wind became much stronger than before. It marched in vigor into my ears. I was then so lazy and was in a state of mind to-not-to-put my foot outside the door, even though I had loved to go out. The wind was in a rush and rough, but it had a kind of rhythm of its own. Then, why was I not able to find the muse in them? Was it because of the way it came out to me..? Girl, come fast, get away from your thoughts..
my mom murmured again. The snow in me got melted and I got back into my sense.. I walked so hard with my stick.. It then reminded me of my earlier days when I was a happy little child with many friends to play. As a child I was so thrilled to go outside with my mom to collect woods in winter, I would cry and beg to her to take me along, but she simply won’t take me. By then, winter days were so much of fun, I could play and do anything inside my house, my only concern was to go out with mom to collect woods. Now, I could go with my mom to collect some woods, but it looks frustrating for me.. How brilliant is the play of time!
After all the hassles of collecting woods, I would spread a woolen mat besides the firewoods, then I would stack my pillows to read in comfort. Since it was comfortable more than enough, it makes me to fall in to a deep sleep without much efforts. Eyes would be widely open and curious to watch the dreams that gets enacted before me when I read a book. My life during winter was occupied with hot coffee, staring at the woods in fire, collecting woods, reading books and helping my mother. There would be no change and I wasn’t able to make any changes to them. All my instincts have to wait till the winter is over. But, the winter is always long.
I always had a love for old belongings. I craved, day by day, to read some hand written letters. But, who is there to write! Even though, I was so cold inside, I too had a mind to love and waiting for the arrival of someone who could love me like the love of rain to the Earth. And its winter now, so nothing would come. Often, I found myself staring at the letterbox. It was kept unused for ages, the box is now rusty and is completely covered by snow. No one, including me doesn’t care to tidy it up, thus we got no letters. That day I took a decision to keep it clean, to make it visible so we could get our letters... Just a hope made by my hopeful mind with a little hope.
"Give me an