A Change's gonna come...

I don't follow weather updates or follow any channels, so I've still been living in my winter season mode, inspite of what anyone else says. As far as I'm concerned it still makes pretty good sense to keep my trusty heater burning, while I doze infront of it, munching a cold slice of pizza, watching a sub par Man U notch up another win, thats living the dream is'nt it?
But yeah so anyway, as I was saying, I believe that there's more to seasons than what you hear on the news or around you. I think everyone one of us has an internal weather clock that lets us know that its time to put those threadbare lower and trusty sweater back in the closet. Maybe mine is lagging, I don't know and I didnt really care, heyy it works for me...most of the time. But i now know atleast that its still working.
Sundays are the WORST day of the week, no seriously. We heap too much blame on Monday, but he's just doing his job maan, he's a weekday, but what about the no-good double crossing Sunday? Its supposed to be part of the weekend, but it feels awful, even worse than a normal weekday. You wake up and your stomachs knotted up to the size of a damn ping pong ball, and you wonder how the hell did those two days go by so fast?
My whole Sunday goes EXACTLY the way 'Fool's Garden' paint the picture of in their song Lemon Tree. And I'm not a really big fan of Bruno-jumping over a grenade-Mars but the dude's got it absa-f$^&*$-lutely spot on with his 'Lazy Day'. Sooo..yeaahh..you get the picture of where I'm coming from. I don't want to get up, meet anyone, go out, I just want to stay inside, renew my vows with my bed, and do nothing.
But the thing about change is, it always comes when you've finally reconciled yourself to the status quo. My internal weather clock finally chimed! Its still working babyyy..On a Sunday, of all days...
I just felt that it was time for a change. I got up and actually left my bed, decided to de-freeze my fridge-something that I'd been putting off for almost 6 months now. Old Betsy, thats my fridge, well actually not mine, its Meme's and she brought it with her when she married Abba, but it might as well be mine because its been with me ever since I've left home and went to college and then got a job and started living on my own.
So, anyway, the thing about Betsy is that she may be old, but she can still freeze the crap outta anything. Infact, she is so good that the freezer part of the fridge gets all frozen solid pretty fast. And I'd been putting off   pulling the plug on Betsy because I reasoned that I don't really need the freezer part so far, its still winters, and I'll do it some other time etc .
But today, when i woke up, and I heard Betsy creaking and groaning in the stillness of the afternoon-so i woke up late, big deal:P- i knew it was time for a change. I pulled the plug on Old Betsy, took out all the leftovers I had been storing inside, for you know, a rainy day, or when World War 3 breaks out and theres no time to stock up on food, showered and went out for a stroll. Because I did not feel like watching Bets cry.
It was amazing, Islamabad is a beautiful city, call it dead or whatever, but its made for walking. And as I walked all over Atta Turk avenue, stopping finally for my late lunch at my regular post-office stop-over- 'the romantic spot'. Me and Adnan came up with that name one day because it really is a beautiful location that only needs some sound investment. Its a very rough cul-de-sac of sorts overlooking a gorgeous creek that flows with fresh water all year round. And its a side road thats perpendicular to the Aabpara road, so theres very little traffic as such, and theres a park infront and one can sit under the trees and enjoy some excellent fried lentils and a hot cup of tea. And the view is breathtaking, even more so on rainy/cloudy days, which in Islamabad is like every other days, so yeahh pretty romantic. But ironically, the only romance that happens there is the platonic type, i really hope so, because RS-romantic spot- is frequented by taxi drivers, flying coach, bus, rickshaw,motorcycle drivers, the occasional students living in the youth hostel nearby, and me. I've always felt that the place gives me great inspiration in my life, and some of my best ideas for stuff to write have come while sitting in their one-load-away-from-breaking-apart plastic chairs. The owners, for their part, now treat me almost as a part of their family, they always bring out their one actual glass glass ,other customers just get the usual plastic glasses. And they always put extra frothing over my tea, which I can't really drink, but I don't want to break their hearts.
After I'd had my lunch-mixed vegetables, they were out of lentils which are my favorite-as I was walking back to my room, I finally realized, winters are over, there was spring everywhere. And I don't mean the trees and plants, but in people and even animals and birds. You can tell by how people walk and gesture if they're still in their brooding- winter mode or are starting afresh. Birds too, especially crows are  really mean spirited most of the time but come spring, and they even look adorable-well almost- as they splash around in puddles and have actual water fights with the sparrows and any other bird that tries to take over their water hole.
When I came back to my room, Betsy was dripping all over the carpet and I had to hurriedly place some newspapers and cloth rags to soak up the water. Behind the melting ice, I found the Hersheys Kiss box, my Valentine cum good luck gift from last year that I had been keeping for, well, I just could'nt bring myself around to finishing them..hehe..but me and Betsy are starting over afresh, spring is finally here.
And as I put away my winter clothes inside the closet and write this infront of  the heater-ok lets not get carried away with the spring mania, we're taking baby steps- Man City is about to draw against Swansea and Man U will leapfrog its city rival finally, if that is'nt a sign I don't know what is..go Red Devils!