You’re in a harsh blizzard, you feel skin aching as if they were getting stabbed by a thousand tiny little knives. And suddenly, you see a frozen corpse? Standing in front you. His left frozen arm, missing. Probably been ripped off. He does not move, he does not twitch, he does not blink at all, like an icicle…a frozen ice statue…he only stares at you… Kesar: “. . . . . .”