Frosty January.

While sitting in my room on a frosty day of January, nothing to do particularly. Don’t know how to start something, how to do something, how to express what’s going on inside me on this frosty day of January.. sitting in silence, sitting in anguish, sitting in loneliness.. n having nothing except to bear harsh winter. Idea of going out seems adventurous, more difficult n arduous.. keep thinking and battling inside.. hoping to somehow manage to write…