Spring


Mornings during spring are beautiful, but I had never been able to notice this. Why? 


Because spring always came just before my school exams. That was a time of drastic measures and solitary confinement.

 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. 

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