Like my mom I never complained about the departing winter….every year she is almost in tears while enveloping those warm clothes up there in that dark loft. Spring is the best bait to woo nature even after the greatest showdown; the contour of numbness to life is how I like spring to be defined in the microcosm web of entity. There are endless lines and thoughts personified to excavate the eerie riddle beauty scattered wide across. After an ephemeral winter it’s time for spring panacea to smoothen the rough surfaces.
“Spring is the time of plans and projects” Leo Tolstoy. It’s time to re – group back after an enticing winter. The air around becomes pleasantly moderate removing all plagues of uncertainties, this time you are high on hopes and can dare to see the toughest tangent as your mark for rest of the year. Let the migratory birds overhear your little fancy but very real wish/s on their way back, and if you are lucky it would be dropped at the right point.
You have a content smile because like you last year performance even your financial earnings are in green but friend don’t let that be intimidating. Don’t let it matter if the latter is in red, as you have proportionate time for yield and rearrange the skewed equation and trust me if you can “Spring will never let you slip”.
The first loud whisper of Kokil, don’t really remember when was the last time I saw one in action, but even today just one flash, I am left gazing around Wirless Municipal ground with couple of sloshed stumps, the inevitable try to get back last eve’s tennis ball it that weed of multiple use, jostling over the ground cardinal to push the boundary mark (slippers marking the sideline) and just when we thought that we would save the new tennis ball by the day end, somebody timed it really well.
The season of impromptu freshness to old verses, even the most discolored thing looks somewhat appealing nothing is sordid anymore. Spring is the biggest riddle of life and I just want it be the toughest one as well.
Enjoy Spring in true style…….