Invisible snow

It has been raining all through the night…
So cold…all windows fogged-up.
Lucky, had some sense to put on a sweater before going out…
Also one of the days to be thankful for wearing sneakers
instead of flip-flops.

Outside…
Buildings and trees look blurry …
the sun glint faintly in a corner…
few people wonder the streets – still early, just a little over 7.00am.
The sky just a barren stretch of white.
Almost no sign of activity except,
for the people inside the train
The occasional sound of rustling pages as newspaper being turned…
Ridiculous ring tones keep vibrating through the air annoying the rest…
Someone yawning and thumping – impatient to get off the train.

Three giggly girls bounce in at the next stop and along with them
a rush of noises and incomprehensible language…
A remix of English, Tamil and Malay.

Someone’s Grandma keeps throwing furtive looks their way
while a crisp-suit woman stares them down like an inspector at custom…

Too sloppy for you, huh? I guess your right…But honey, yours no better.
Lay easy on the eyeliner, dear,
you look like a panda from here…

I imagine, the world without sound must be like
the one outside, right now.

Is there a sound for falling snow?
Like the rain’s….
Sound faintly like cereal being poured into a bowl…
Yes, the swoosh and also the cold.
How about snow though?
Of course, ‘thud’ onto the roof and gutter…
As they hit the windows and porches.
But as they came down…there’s no sound, is there?

Dunno… Never experienced snow season before…
Wish someday…
Alone, threading in the snow along the walks in Korea,
drinking up the beauty of white and silver blanket’s of the world.