Melting Heart

Winter, my favorite season just bloomed white. You are in the warmth of a hug always. The wool, scarf and gloves do the job, but you feel pampered by the season itself. As I got out of my bed, I whispered to myself, "emotional hangover again!". The icy air had blurred my window from out. It looked even blurred while I struggled to adjust my vision to notice the actual frost. 
Winter always had this mild brightness that my emotional hangover can bare. I suddenly wanted to draw on the window. May be I can gulp my sorrow for a moment there.
Before I could reach, my phone buzzed. I came back to answer it, though I was unsure of answering.
I couldn't recognize the number, still I took up the call.
"Hello?"
I didn't hear anything back.
"Maya!? "
My heart thudded for no reason.
A familiar voice.
The phone had disconnected. My room became dark. The frost on the window grew that the window appeared snow built. I can never draw again.
I began to froze as if the voice from the call cast a spell on me.
I was covered with ice! Frozen!
An ice statue perfectly carved! I couldn't move or feel or cry or talk! It wasn't hurting me either. 
But, I can THINK !!! Am I still alive!?
Who called me? Why did I pick up the call when I didn't want to!
I didn't want to end my life!
I started to think of all the persons who were the bricks of my life. 
Whom I even ignored, without whom I wanted to handle this all alone! 
I thought I would die only of growing cells! This definitely was not a side effect of cancer! I began to think with all my brain, which indeed was away from the growth. 
I began to think about most cherished memories. My first pet, the time me and Sia laughed during the choir on stage :'), the time I first kissed Vir, the first far away destination that I took my parents to !
As I slid through the pictures that my brain unfurled, I failed to realize that the ice was melting. 
The room was lightening, the window back to its blurred state. I quickly realized that I shouldn't live in a nut and in pain. I wanted to fly even if I had broken wings. Until, I could. I leaped towards the window, ready to fly. I loved the winter deeper than ever. I now knew, what I wanted to draw. I drew a heart that could melt anytime.