By the time exams got over, spring would start to retreat. And once school ended, I got too busy with life to enjoy anything anyway.
But thankfully, spring is stubborn. It cares. It keeps coming back. It knows me.
As a toddler, I remember sleeping next to a window which used to be opened every morning.
I used to wake up to the sound of birds cooing, to the fragrance of a multitude of fresh flowers blooming, to the sight of yellows, whites and reds hanging from the trees outside.
I could hear spring, smell spring, see spring.