I burnt long sheets of plastic in orange flames of gas
burner,
extracted a molten mixture of sticky wax,
placed it for several hours in a large pitcher
containing cool water,
obtained residue left overs of elastic rubber,
which I compressed into straight folds,
stitching the straight ends with curved rivet pins,
I finally composed a utility rubber bottle,
Fitted with a lid cork revolving in the clockwise
direction.

High up in the snow clad terrain I dwelt,
With icy sheets of winds depositing paltry amounts of
frozen liquid,
Crackling firewood proving insufficient in the biting
cold,
The bedroom window overlooking ivory white landscapes
laden with snow crusts,
Christmas pine trees camouflaged beneath velvety cover
of condensed rain,
It was a breathtaking sight to witness in the day,
The night stabbed me like a thousand daggers dipped in
hard ice-cream,
There simply seemed no respite from chilly disposition
of winter cold.

I knew something had to be done to save my skin,
Provide me reassuring comfort throughout lengthy hours
of the brutal night,
Reinforce my pale and shrunken body machinery with
luke warm currents of
wind,
That was exactly when minute fibers of brain chalked a
plan of action,
I decided to fill blistering(boiling) liquid in the
rubber bottle,
Which I had previously prepared with loads of caution,
Closed the lid tight, placed the bottle on my
shivering chest,
Snuggled under my favorite bearskin quilt,
To relish and savour infinite hours of unending sleep.

Nikhil Parekh

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