Question

FRIENDS please write a short diary entry about winter day.

Answer 1

Tuesday

November 23 2017

11:00 pm

Dear Diary:

This winter vacation our family had a get together at our home we all celebrated each and every day of my vacation with full of joy and a lot of enjoyment

My father took us to the beautiful hillstaion of Shimla. Keats has rightly said 'A thing of a beauty is a joy forever.' My first experience with something real beautiful happened, when in the last week my father took the family to Shimla at the weekend.

The drive from Parvanu to Shimla was a real treat to the eyes. On either side of the serpentine road breathtaking vistas of unmatched sylvan beauty soothed not only the eyes, but the restive soul also. Deep dells, with pure verdant slopes; idyllic, pastoral human settlements, glimpses of the far off white sheep grazing on the slopes of the mountains under the canopy of azure sky are the enthralling views one gets as a gift for coming to this paradise. I did not want the drive to end.

As we neared Shimla, the mountains became taller and taller. The peace, tranquility, and spledour of Shimla and its surroundings were supernal. My father had intentionally got a hotel booked at a place where the nature was abundant. From the room window, the distant snow clad white mountains gave the illusion as if we are in a different world. At night we went on foot to the Mall road for dinner.

First time in my life I saw the magnificence of the night sky. I did not know there were so many stars in the sky. Then the most wonderful thing happened! It began to snow. The cotton like flakes began to fall all around us. People began shouting and screaming out of joy. We were fully refreshed by our short stay at Shimla. I will always cherish the sweet memories of this excursion......................

Answer 2

Dear Diary,

It snowed today. I awoke from a deep slumber in darkness. Summer has long forsaken us. Below-freezing temperatures have us confined to the warmth and safety of the indoors and I find little relief in the knowledge that this, too, shall pass.

Gone are the days of croptop freedom. My high-waisted shorts are buried at the bottom of a drawer, and my bikini hangs listlessly on the back of my bathroom door–a pathetic reminder that I will neither wear it nor remove it from its backdoor prisontake responsibility for my belongings in accordance with the changing seasons.

Holding a trendy hot beverage between my hands without freezing the tips of my fingers has become impossible without the aid of knitwear. I cannot do the buttons on my coat up with my mittens on. I cannot do anything with my mittens on. Each day is a fresh hell.

The possibility for an assortment of hairstyles has been demolished by the need for warmth, my jaunty autumnal chapeau usurped by the practical need to swaddle my head in heavy fabrics. Seduced by the idea of exchanging full steps for a lazy shuffling movement, I… I purchased a pair of Uggs.
Most nights I pace frantically in front of my fireplace, wary of the potential for home invasion and the risk of accidentally setting a childhood icon on fire. I must remember to keep all cookies out of arm’s reach of the flue and to yell “IT’S HAPPENING” up the chimney before stoking a fire.

Hooligans have littered the neighbourhood lawns with icy monuments to suspicious fat businessmen. These rotund guardians ogle passersby with their expressionless faces, their coal eyes a cruel reminder of the heartlessness of Winter.

My diet is mostly squash and candy canes. Morale was briefly uplifted by a piece of shortbread, a fond memory now.  If my fingers aren’t ravaged by frostbite, I shall write again tomorrow. The oil in the lamp is running low. I suppose I’ll have to turn on the overhead light, and like, put on Love Actually or something. Ugh.

Sincerely (if coldly) yours,

Allana

PS. …I can’t find one of my mittens.

PPS. All mittens henceforth shall remain on a string inside the arms of my coat.

PPPS. This is fine and I’m a grown up.

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