The Seasons..
"My teacher said that there are three prominent seasons which we can experience in Kolkata. Summer, Winter and Monsoon. But what about Autumn and Spring?" ..
The heat of summer, the chill of winter and the rains of monsoon are physical experiences. But autumn and spring are emotional experiences. The falling leaves of autumn are like a drive through memory lane, of everything lost in the journey of life, which still brings a smile to your face. Only your heart knows that in the hidden memory of the autumn leaves, there are conversations in which a lot was lost and still so much was found. The "sharad aakash" is hope of good old times coming back. Of Ma coming back. Of meeting with that old crush. Of last few days of warmth. That pristine azure blue sky with floating shards of white cotton clouds is the memory of shared ice creams and cotton candies. Its the symbol of old meeting with the new.
The spring is a season of victory, of having survived the harsh winters. The expression of freedom. Of stepping out from the winter dampness of your homes and embracing the open sky, smelling the air, feeling the soft tuft of grass springing to life. It's the season of blossoming flowers. Its the hope of finding new colours, new experiences which will bloom,blossom and turn into the autumn leaves. The season when love flows in the air, it's easier to smile, it's easier to accept the new. The harshness, the grey, the chill and the layers of winter makes us appreciate warmth, the colors and the freedom.
"My dear, spring and autumn are poetry, maybe not seasons. You need to be far more mature to understand these seasons. It's that subtle perfume which passes by when you are tensed, busy, engrossed and not looking. By the time you look up, its source is gone but the perfume reminds you of something that was there. That's autumn and spring, my love."
The heat of summer, the chill of winter and the rains of monsoon are physical experiences. But autumn and spring are emotional experiences. The falling leaves of autumn are like a drive through memory lane, of everything lost in the journey of life, which still brings a smile to your face. Only your heart knows that in the hidden memory of the autumn leaves, there are conversations in which a lot was lost and still so much was found. The "sharad aakash" is hope of good old times coming back. Of Ma coming back. Of meeting with that old crush. Of last few days of warmth. That pristine azure blue sky with floating shards of white cotton clouds is the memory of shared ice creams and cotton candies. Its the symbol of old meeting with the new.
The spring is a season of victory, of having survived the harsh winters. The expression of freedom. Of stepping out from the winter dampness of your homes and embracing the open sky, smelling the air, feeling the soft tuft of grass springing to life. It's the season of blossoming flowers. Its the hope of finding new colours, new experiences which will bloom,blossom and turn into the autumn leaves. The season when love flows in the air, it's easier to smile, it's easier to accept the new. The harshness, the grey, the chill and the layers of winter makes us appreciate warmth, the colors and the freedom.
"My dear, spring and autumn are poetry, maybe not seasons. You need to be far more mature to understand these seasons. It's that subtle perfume which passes by when you are tensed, busy, engrossed and not looking. By the time you look up, its source is gone but the perfume reminds you of something that was there. That's autumn and spring, my love."
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