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She looked out of the window of her two storied house that stood all alone, tall and proud, with only pines for company. Crisp looking white crystalline ice covered the roofs, tree and the streets. There were a few houses in the distance, very small ones, cramped up. A chill breeze was blowing. The moon was high up, but did not attempt to lend any warmth to this land. All the elements of nature seem to be muted and in mourning…but strangely in white!

She quickly shut the window after a brief wrestle with the wind. 'Too vacant and too cold outside', she thought.

The fire was burning bright in the fire place and glossed the room in gold. She walked to the kitchen with a smile and made herself a tea. She brought the tea over to the fire place and stood looking into the tea for a while. The lemony fragrance was inviting and the translucent brown color was all the more alluring when light fell on it.

She picked up a book from the rack and sat by the fire place, sipping the tea, engrossed in the aroma and flavor of both the tea and the book. She had almost finished the tea and a few pages of the book. The clock in the study was ticking. She could hear the wind outside. Occasionally a dog barked in the distance. The shadows of objects in the room loomed up on the walls. She suddenly felt a pang within, an urge to be anything but alone.



She rushed to the window and opened it wide. The wind rushed at her face. The houses at the distance looked chirpy and pleasant. A few people were standing huddled together near one of those houses. She thought the host must be seeing the guests off after dinner. Everything outside- the people, the trees, the bushes, the grass, the snowman at a distance; was glossed in silvery moon light.

She turned around. The room looked cold and vacant with the fire staring into her teary eyes.


Dunno y I wrote this ‘n simply couldn’t think of a title! Suggestions r most welcome :-)