A Winter Night’s Melody

Lavanya Addepalli
2 min readOct 7, 2023

I remember it was a winter night, the air so crisp that each breath felt like inhaling a piece of the frozen sky. The fresh layer of snow beneath my feet made soft, crunching sounds, leaving a trail of footprints as the only evidence of my solitary journey. The rest of the world had disappeared under a blanket of white, making everything look pure and untouched.

I plugged in my earphones and pressed play, letting the music wrap around me like a warm blanket. The songs shuffled from one to the next, each carrying its own piece of the past. As each note played, memories of someone special danced in my mind, a ghostly presence beside me in the snow.

I walked past houses with lights shining warmly through windows, casting shadows that danced to their own rhythm. The occasional puffs of smoke from chimneys tried to reach the stars that shimmered brightly overhead. But in my world, it was just me, the cold night, and the songs that played the memories of someone I missed deeply.

One song in particular began, and my heart instantly felt the tug of nostalgia. Their face flashed before my eyes. I recalled moments shared, whispers exchanged in the quiet of the night, and the promise of forever. The memories were bittersweet; the absence was palpable, but the song? It hadn’t changed. Its melody was as captivating as the day we first listened to it together, the lyrics resonating with our shared past.

It was astonishing, this ability of music to provide solace. In a life where people sometimes drift apart and circumstances change, these songs remain constant. Their notes were reminders of times when everything felt right, even if for a fleeting moment.

By the time I returned home, the cold had painted my cheeks rosy, but my heart ached with a sweet sadness. The world outside had transformed under winter’s touch, but inside my heart and in the music, memories of that special someone remained untouched, as beautiful and haunting as ever.

In the ever-changing tapestry of life, it was comforting to know that some melodies, much like memories of cherished ones, stay with us, unchanged and eternal.



Lavanya Addepalli

“Wandering Researcher” .. Student by profession... Human by heart with clusters in brain.. Travel & Music Lover, Foodie, Ghost Writer