Good times

The swan-song of the last winter chill swept over barren wild moors of Gwalior, leaving a dry and seasoned IIITM. In the midst of it, an unsignificant being, known as Johney among his friends, is relishing every bit of melancholy and beauty of the dying winter. Only a few days back, he were at an entirely different locale, Delhi. The same cold zephyr wraped the entire belt with its cold icy fingers, which have become brittle due to the long exposure to its cold self. And there, he wraped himself up as snug as he could and experienced the wild drives in the frenzy traffic of frenetic delhi. And now, he is sitting in his room in the ever vain Gwalior, reminiscing the good times he had over the past few weeks. Life must be truly beautiful for such simple persons, who took pleasures out of such simple things.