My Magical Morning

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I reached Jammu and Kashmir with the onset of winter. My parents announced that there is a high chance of snowfall tomorrow. I had never seen snow, and the snowfall was far away. My mind imagined several scenarios. I thought it would be like the rain, but white and solid. Tomorrow became a gift I couldn't wait to see. At that time, I was maybe nine or ten years old. I don't remember how I waited for "tomorrow," but knowing me, I can say it would have been restless. We checked into this cozy room. The floor was wooden and the walls too, I think. The rest of the room follows the brown winter lodge theme. Instead of a wall, one side of the room had a full-length window. There were few trees without their green leaves and flowers. Yet, in their loneliness, I recall them as being beautiful. The windows had full-length, thick curtains to block the cold. In my memory, the bed was made out of the softest cotton, which engulfed whoever was lying on it. It is so comfortable that it makes every bed feel like a rock. We also had a convertible bed, far inferior in its softness. As a family of five, the division was clear on the bed plan. I believed it would be my siblings sharing the small bed with me between my parents. But to my dismay, the small bed turned out to be too small for them to share. As the smallest family member, I was forced to give up the softness meant for royals to share the meager bed with my sister. Despite the negative temperature of the weather, I don't even once recall being cold. The credit will go to my mother, who dressed me in layers. With all her care, my memory of winters in Jammu and Kashmir is anything but cold. So, following the suit of the bed division, we all fell asleep. As a nine-year-old waiting for "tomorrow," my sleep was bound to break first. I remember the room being dark and cozy. The only light was coming from under the curtains. The white light peeping under the curtains illuminated the floor. Sometimes, I remember the peace in that room, with everyone asleep and snoring. The cozy, warm room, in contrast to the cold outside. The dark room with delicate light. I quickly got up from bed, taking extra care not to wake my sister. My feet automatically ran to the window to check for snow. I opened the curtain slightly, just enough to see the outside world. The room got lighter, like the first sun ray amid the darkness of the night. My memories of what I saw are the dearest of all. It is never possible for me not to smile when my mind replays that morning. You guessed it right. It was definitely snowing when I peered outside. The world was white beyond anything. Each branch of those trees was covered with shining white snow. The falling snow reflecting the morning sun's rays shone and twinkled. Everywhere I saw white, and the magic shining white dust kept falling endlessly. There was a blanket of snow on the ground with more broken leaves, and all my heart wanted to do was go outside and see if I could sink into it. I drew the curtains, and white light shone in every corner of that hotel room. That magical morning was me in a cozy, warm room filled with my snoring family, seeing the snowfall shine in my eyes. As I watched more, my excitement to show everyone came. I excitedly jumped on my parents' beds, not knowing the beauty outside. I exclaimed, "Wake up!" "It's snowing outside!" "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Soon after this outburst, everyone lined up quickly near the window. They all saw the shining white snow falling to my proud content. It was a great accomplishment because no one missed that morning. My mother fully knew what was going to happen next. She was sharp and fast about getting all the warm layers out and ready. We didn't bathe, or at least I don't remember bathing. We wore heavy jackets and rushed in excitement to play underneath the falling snow. Author's Note: This is my favourite memory, a memory so magical that nothing comes close to this. What's your favourite memory? Do let me know in the comments or personally. I would love to hear yours. P.s. this will be my first time writing a happy moment, tell me how it went. How I envy the artists to create from memory, I would so love this scene to be drawn.