Twenty Is Winter: I, #2
By Ahla Iqbal
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"Twenty Is Winter" is a heartwarming romantic novel that intertwines the love stories of two generations—the grandson and daughter of once estranged lovers find themselves falling in love, navigating their own journey through the echoes of their family's past. A love that is meant to happen would happen even after a long long time. This story shows the beautifulness of being in love!
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 wind... 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 turning 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 struggle. 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 were trying to tell me. Then, they got me stuck in a thought, it was so sudden! For some moments, I mistook them for me... A deep sigh. I couldn’t even argue with myself that it was all just a thought since my tears had already jumped from the strong bluish eyes that beholds many... We have a similar life...
, I thought. My mother by then had already made a cup of coffee for me while she was drinking hers. I was then too reckless to drink it before it turned 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, as if it would be snatched by someone before I do. What made me to think like this way? I had no answer...
My mother by then was getting ready to go outside to collect some woods. Every day we would go out to collect woods and this would continue till the snow got worse. We will be completely shut inside when the intensity of the weather gets high. I long to go outside at all times, but it needs a lot of effort to survive the world outside the door. I took my favorite sweater to wear today. It was dark brown with a cute tiny heart on the left bottom corner. My coloured sweaters found their place in the corners. It was a deathly silenced world until I opened the woody door... The swooshy sounds of cold wind became much stronger than before. It marched with vigor into my ears. I was then very 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 rough and, in a rush, 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 melted for a second and I got back to my senses. 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 that I would cry and beg her to take me along, but she simply wouldn’t take me. Back 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 would go out with my mom to collect woods, but it seemed frustrating to me. How brilliant is the play of time!
After all the hassles of collecting wood, I spread a woolen mat beside the firewood, and stack my pillows to read in comfort. Since it is comfortable more than enough, it makes me fall into a deep sleep without much effort. Eyes would be widely open and curious to watch the dreams that get enacted before me when I read a book. My life during winter is 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 am not even 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 handwritten letters. But who is there to write! Even though, I was so cold inside, I too had a mind to love and wait for the arrival of someone who would love me like the rain loves the Earth. And its winter now, so nothing would come. Often, I find 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, cares to tidy it up, thus we get 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