“As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.”
This is what Henry D. Thoreau thought of Spring as he reminded us that spring is a time of revitalization. And for as long as I memorize, it has always been my darling season. Spring has always given me a reason to get excited about something.
As a kid, spring bestowed thrill and adventure mainly as it announced the closing stages of the school offering summer holidays of liberty and freedom. Also, as a grown up, it is the season of my travel, trek and adventure across diverse parts of our country
A season of rebirth and growth, it doesn’t just make the world alive once again after the ruthless winter but also brings out the joy in me making me ready once again to celebrate life in many ways.
The twittering birds, the blossoming flowers, the polka dotted beetles, the cheerful mantis and the lively grass is the enormity of spring which it brings every year during its spell. To me, the greatness of this beautiful season is the inspiration to make a fresh start and forget the past woes. Since, it is almost the beginning of the year, the new canvas which the season unfolds brings a new hope in me to achieve my dream, goals and most significantly, happiness.
I have always been in awe with the spring sunrise because unlike the other seasons the morning sunlight has never bothered me but awakened me gently. The hurly-burly it brings each year is not only amusing but also blissful. Besides, all the young as well as old gets wrapped up in this season of joy because its advent is the end of the freezing woes of the elderly and the start of the fun ahead for the kids. And for me, the beautiful season is even more special because it brings with it, the most awaited day of the year – My birthday!
As a kid and teenager, spring was always filled with fun. However, as time passed, I started trading it with my stressful job and other adult consuming duties. Soon, it became difficult to find time to value its splendor but still, the childish marvel of spring subsisted in my heart. And today, as a footloose wanderer and traveler, spring is the season of capturing the beauty of nature behind my lenses and losing myself amidst the marvelous landscape and mesmerizing natural milieu.
Many of us may not relate to spring at all since we Indians have the habit of classifying seasons mainly into three categories –winter, summer and rainy (monsoon) but none of us would deny the pleasure the cusp of winter and summer brings which is none other than my favorite time of the year – ‘Spring.’
Monsoon was never dear to me during my childhood but as the years went by and I became a college going girl from the school going tomboy, the monsoon magic soon started ruling my senses. So much that I started ignoring the potholes, traffic disruptions and sewage problems. Now, along with the millions of other Bombayites, I too started waiting for monsoon as the skyline changed it shades of crimson to blue and finally gray.
To watch scenic Gateway of India from a watery miasma, observe Marine Drive beset by the vehemence and sound of the high tide, walking from the Colaba causeway sipping cutting Chai, munching on the hot Bhutaa, eating hot Kanda bhajjiya and relishing the Bombaiya Wada Pav. Besides, allowing the wind to blow through my hair and letting the waves to kiss my cheeks throughout the high tide while sitting right next to the statue of the common man from RK Laxman’s cartoons at Worli sea face.
However, just when I was enjoying the rain and loving the feeling of getting drenched, something hit me real hard. Well, how can I forget the fateful day 26th July 2005 when the whole Mumbai was submerged in the rain and I for the very first time did a night out amidst strangers at GTB station, one of the worst and shabbiest of all stations on the Harbor Line. Following which I had to walk in neck deep water all over the Eastern Express Highway from Sion to Chembur only to find a stranger pulling me near Akbarallys at Diamond Garden. I started crying. No, it was not a goon but out of nowhere it was my brother who had come to search for me and luckily even in such a huge crowd could get a hold of me. I was brave and mighty all through the night but no sooner I saw my brother tears rolled down my cheeks.
Ever since that fateful day and night, the continuous downpour brings me chills and I fear moving out or boarding a train in the heavy monsoon. It is 2013 and 8 years now but the terrifying incident still gives me goose bumps when I think about it – eventually making monsoon a terrifying season for me.
Summers also have never gone well with me as it brought a lot of woes with it including the maladies of body, mind and soul. From sunburns to diarrhea, dehydration and break offs, summer through its humidity and sweat always pricked me and my relationships. I have nothing significant to say about summer besides the redundant chapter of my lives and of course the scarcity of water India faces every year. If spring is the month of blooming and prosperity, summer is the season of scarcity. Look at the menace of the summers – The same soothing sun which is so warm and friendly in spring suddenly turns out to be fiery and hot, blazing everyone from the innocent to the guilty.
Winter too shared love-hate relationship with me. Love mainly because it brought with it the holidays of Dassera and Diwali where I could spend some time with my grandparents back at my native place. Hate because, the dry weather would rupture my body completely and so I throughout my childhood was not allowed to venture out of the house in the evening to play or chill out. Moreover, the plight of waking up every day with a stuffy nose still irritates me to the core. And now that I have grown up its not stuffy nose but aching joints.
The seasons in a cycle come and go and keep on revolving, but the king of all the season is the one that has always remained close to my heart – the season of bloom, happiness and joy, “the spring.” For it embraces me in spite of all the negativity in me and give me a chance of reviving myself all over again. As Thoreau rightly mentioned that it is the time of the Renaissance and revitalization.