Having grown up in a cold part of the country, winter has always been one of my favorite seasons. It has much sweet nostalgia and the reminiscence of it brings along excitement and joy. Not to say all winters in the past 23 years have been worth remembering, but still some of them remain significantly closer.My mom tells me the best winter for her was in 1986, when both me and my twin were born. That winter, there was an aura of happiness considering we are the youngest in the family then. Surprisingly enough, 4 winters later, life was different for them...
I am yet to find out the possibilities coming up this Winter..I see the horizon expanding with its infinite possibilities, I see the sunrise with its mystic beauty dawning yet again...
The quest for some questions will always remain unanswered..but when you 'have climbed the highest mountains,and run and break through the city walls, only to .......
I am glad I found what I am looking for...

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