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The Winter Dirge
Several of my readers must be conversant with the idea of fatigue. Theoretically, fatigue is a subjective feeling of tiredness which is distinct from weakness, and has a gradual onset.

Unlike weakness, fatigue can be alleviated by periods of rest. Fatigue can have physical or mental causes. Physical fatigue is the transient inability of a muscle to maintain optimal physical performance, and is made more severe by intense physical exercise. I've not written much this winter as I'm suffering some kind of political fatigue. I've developed a nasty feeling about politics and politicians, and I do not know how much time I would require to recover!

The festival of 'Lohri' is around and it is said that cold waves give way to warmth in climate after the fires of Lohri are burned. Winter was a wonderful season when I was young. We used to enjoy the chill; we would consume lots of food and wear lots of funny jackets, overalls and suits. With the growing of years, the cold temperatures are no longer that promising rather painful most of the times. The nasty flue, seasonal aches and pains and visitation of hitherto unknown diseases cause a lot of consternation in old men's lives. The regular consumption of tea and coffee compels one to make rounds of toilets to make life easy. Abnormal cold weather can make winter time something to dread about.

The burning of wood or coal by the sidewalks in towns or villages was a comfortable sight in winter. The concept of climate change has robbed this luxury enjoyed by most of poor. So, what to do in winter? The last resort is the refuge in books and enjoy the electric radiators of you have one at home – provided there are no frequent power outages. Grab your laptop and kill the time according to the fashion of your age. Try to discover some gems or lifelong favourites you can't fully remember on idiotbox or laptop. See if there is left anything in life that is lovely, funny, thought-provoking or heartwarming. The aged don't use or they have little use of mobile as very few call them and vice-versa. How long one could go to drop and pick up the grand children as they attend the school trips?

We have plenty of love to share but who is looking for it?

The verandah is too windy and indoors is too cold. For an old man there is no comfort outside or inside. Age takes its toll. In a bad mood and on an especially bad day, winter is the season when the whole world goes to sleep. The weather is cold, the air is cool and the trees and plants seem to laugh at you and since there is little else to do there isn't much else to do. The rising birds sing in the garden to invite you to come out and enjoy the cold. You say I need a blanket. We look for escape routes in creativity and think of doing something that we have been avoiding since time immemorial. This is not a bad thing. We ruminate about the purpose in life as without a purpose in our lives, we are as good as dead, which is too soon yet, and not a good idea.

In these times of despair, Pablo Neruda is willing to share his ideas with me with his famous creation 'Horses'.

I was in Berlin, in winter. The light

had no light, the sky had no heaven.

The air was white like wet bread.

And from my window a vacant arena,

bitten by the teeth of winter.

Suddenly driven out by a man,

ten horses surged through the mist.

Like waves of fire, they flared forward

and to my eyes filled the whole world,

empty till then. Perfect, ablaze,

they were like ten gods with pure white hoofs,

with manes like a dream of salt.

Their rumps were worlds and oranges.

Their color was honey, amber, fire.

Their necks were towers

cut from the stone of pride,

and behind their transparent eyes

energy raged, like a prisoner.

There, in silence, at mid-day,

in that dirty, disordered winter,

those intense horses were the blood

the rhythm, the inciting treasure of life.

I looked. I looked and was reborn:

for there, unknowing, was the fountain,

the dance of gold, heaven

and the fire that lives in beauty.

I have forgotten that dark Berlin winter.

I will not forget the light of the horses.

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