Spring

Spring

I cannot thank god enough for the beautiful season called 'spring' bestowed on the humankind, in especially our part of the world. We may love the cold waves and fluffy snows of the winter; spatter of gentle rain in monsoon and even the searing heat of the summer with its passion and intensities. Yet one can’t feel better when there is spring in the air, a sort of light-footedness, clear blue sky, new flowers and the sweet call of cuckoo in even oddest of the hours.

I just love to lie quietly on the grassland, stare at the vast expanse of sky and even beyond that until the boundaries between the land and sky blur and blend swiftly and beautifully. A flight of birds hop and play and then disappears in the wilderness. The cool air is filled with mild floral fragrance. The big trees spread out their branches; their spirits dance to the tune of nature. It is a season of beginnings and creation when the daytime lengthens and spreads out before us and we are filled with strange hopes and desires.

The spring ushers in new light and leaves behind darkness. All of a sudden, the spring day seems to close doors of all uncertainties and clings close to us, caressing, whispering tales of happiness that set our souls trembling with awe. Till summer comes in, spring is an ideal time for dreamers to spin their yarns. Their dreams are woven by the silky threads of nature as the green creepers trail their wreaths. We all can feel a link with all creatures of nature and understand the essence of “stream of consciousness” running through each of us.

All sorts of happy thoughts seem to bring in melancholic thoughts. Or to quote Wordsworth:

“I heard a thousand blended notes,

While in a grove I sat reclined,

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

Bring sad thoughts to the mind.”

It is indeed a holy season that sets us reeling.

Meghna Maiti

ENDS