Cold Morning.

- A Page from my Diary 

As  I opened my eyes to the hazy sunlight that smeared through the rough tainted windows glass, I was having an urge to continue my sleep a little longer. It's cold outside and believe me, its' cold inside as well. But the warmth and the cozy bed and the fact I covered myself in layers and layers of blankets protected me from the cold winter night. 

I had to wake up. Because I got to get ready for office. It was then I realized, that the water heater in the room wasn't working. I was like what-the-hell, lets do it. I am strong enough to withstand a little cold water. I "MAN-UP" and prepare myself to do the worst mistake ever. I also tell myself that the water isn't that cold either, it is just my feeling of winter that's making me believe that its cold. I stood staring at the water from the shower as it gushed out the freaking cold water. I just stared. And stared. And stared. I reassured myself that it won't be cold. I was like making myself believe that the cold water was actually hot water and just that it was my feeling that it would be freezing cold. I was like meditating, you could say , and preparing myself.

There was a knock on the door as I was still staring at the gushing water from the shower. There were other people who were also in the need of the bathroom. So, that was it , I said to myself. I put my hand in the cold stream of water that flowed. It was like -100 deg. Celsius cold. With too much over-action, I finally jumped into the cold stream. I realized that made the gravest mistake of all. I couldn't move my hands. I was freezing. It was that cold. I managed somehow and got freshened up in a 10 sec time period. That fast. This was yesterday. Today, I decided not to do that feat anymore, or ever again. 

Contrary to what I did.