Winter always leaves Mumbai in a hurry, so summer has d abruptness of slap in a face!
Nature awakes wid me seeing it, wid me awakening 2gether wid it!
I m used 2 d way spring arrives in mumbai. I recognised it, since I knew wat spring was. I can see myself a quiet child of 7, thn a shy inhibited twink, thn a restless & dreamy teenager, lukin out of my 2nd floor balcony & seeing dat Its der.
Spring never failed me. It came wid d same certain subtle smell in the air, certain feel of the breeze on my skin, certain brightness of the sun & transperency of d air, the chirping of sparrows & gurgling of piegons on the extended parapet. It came wid those slightly bent trees wid those lovely flowers playing riot of colours - fuchsia, crimson, yellow; emanating a gentle fragrance wen stood under a tree. They seemed 2 me like a bride. It was a fascinating endeavour 2 watch d buds open in2 small gentle leaves dat wud grow wid amazing confidence & speed & 1 day d trees wud b miraculously dressed again.
I was fully wid it, in the middle of dat transformation, my lungs expanded, my head empty of all worries, my body felt light, my soul half way elated. Just being der was enough & life was full of Synonyms.
Its hard 2 live widout spring. It reminds us abt smething important dat we always forget : dat
"Life Is About Endings & Beginnings"
Spring is alwys young, gentle & so fragile- everything around seems 2 b made of plastic, concrete or porcelain, even a Man.
I fill my lungs 2 their full capacity. I try 2 absorb all sounds, smells & fragrances, I talk 2 every tree.
Slowly, I tune in2 the Metro's pace. I dnt know any answers. May b der aren't any. I know only 1 thing : My Life Has A Spring Worth Coming Back For...!
