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Nearly fifty percent of all my life's conversation has revolved in and around 'snow' or its derivatives. I can't live without them. I simply love the soft flurry substance that falls so silently from the sky above. Most of my friends are snow lovers too. We just love it, no reasons, no justifications... simple fact of life. Innuits have more than 50 synonyms for snow and ice, I have more. But to put things simply has been the underlying principle of my life. Here's a short verse for all my friends who love snow and love what it does to them, and also for those of you who would want to befriend snow. Believe me, there's absolutely nothing like the snow. Enjoy the thoughts: Soft Snow Silent Snow What I want Do you know Soft Snow Silent Snow Cover the night And its starry glow Soft Snow Silent Snow I am tired Please fall slow Soft Snow Silent Snow Fall hard Let it blow Soft Snow Silent Snow Block the roads For she wants to go Soft Snow Silent Snow I love you Please...

This is the jolly festive season of Christmas and all things good so let me today tell you how and where I met the grand man in red suit and what happened thereafter. To begin with, I have three distinct links to Santa Claus: (a) Our first names start with identical alphabet (b) Quite like him most of my life I have spent in extreme cold and snow laden places and in Polar Regions (c) We both travel the world spreading joy and cheer and smiles at strange and dark places. To my knowledge he never went to South Pole and here I actually outpace him. All this definitely makes me Santa’s country-cousin if not a direct descendent. Just like any of you, especially when you were a child (and I hope you still are), I have always wondered about the things that Santa is known for. His red suit, elves and reindeers, his gifts, why does he come through the chimney, did he ever fight with his wife, why does he go Ho Ho etc, and above all why is he so fat. So I always knew that if I ever met him I am ...