Summer

One day I read something a person whom I loved a lot wrote about autumn. I remember wondering then ‘Wow, it would be nice to talk to the person who wrote this!’ I did it talk to that person but more often than not I could only see the face that hid that wonderful person whom I had seen through that writing. However I still do immensely like that short yet crispy piece of prose about autumn and that is what got me writing this :)

I had come here this morning, thinking I would begin my slightly dreadful-yet-exciting battle with Reif to understand Statistical Mechanics, sitting under a tree, away from all the worries of the world. When I got here, I was greeted by a mat of golden flowers, chess boarded by leaking sunlight, a light breeze and smells and sounds of ancient and majestic trees on a glorious day. I sat down and was greeted by a confluence of light and colors! A tall Gulmohar battling with a centenarian pavement and winning, not a bit behind in its full blown orange glory after all these years; a stunted tree who had discovered the secret of eternal youth well into adulthood, decorated with papery violet flowers, turning its surroundings into a plush looking Persian carpet, a purple bush with long conical bunches of flowers thrust defiantly into the summer sun and finally, sheltering me in its diffuse canopy, the grand Rain tree, tall and majestic, raining down golden flowers. What a sight it is to see a Blue Gulmohar, covered in blue flowers from tip to toes, stealing thunder from anything that might dare to come close to it !

Then the track in my phone changed to ‘The Boat Song’ by Agam, celebrating the silvery night on which the great boat would touch the rolling waters of the lake! That was the final nail in the coffin :D Assigning Reif to a later (and partly imaginary) period of time, I’m here writing this!

Out of a whim I had worn a bright orange, I’m-a-traffic-cone tee which I had bought out of a (later regretted) burst of impulsiveness. Turns out it isn’t so bad for this summer day :)

Summer is finally here in Bangalore, with all its glory! The days are bright and glorious, full of sunshine and as expected, on the hotter side. However as each day ends, as if on cue clouds gather overhead, bearing promise of short yet entirely sufficient shower. And once in a while the promise does not fly away with wind. Life has decided to do away with her/his modesty and go all out, like a teenager who had enough of drab winter coats and colorless grey sky, turning everything you see into a profusion of color, light, movement and sound. Every little bush, small squirrel and transient gust of wind plays its part, like faithful members of an orchestra coming together to create the brilliant symphony that can transcend the boundaries between the young and the old, the born and the  dying and the loved and unloved.

Trees do their part, either by creating a local sphere of brilliant fluorescence or bursting forth with inexhaustible supply of flowers, ready to lend color to anything and everything willing. They do so without any hint of doubt, knowing full well that no one can match their prowess or diversity! The sky not to fall behind and keeps its promise, a welcome brilliant blue after the winter pall. Crickets and grass hoppers are out with their songs, a rare victory of nature over the dull buzz of the city. Bees are out and about darting from one flower to another, and getting lost once in a while (a bit drunk I imagine :D ). Eagles soar in the sky and crows drown out everything in their occasional group cacophony.

It is only fair and rather natural that we join these celebrations too! This it to all the people who might read this: take out that colorful shirt/kurtha/churidar/tee/top that you never wear and join the fray! All of us are busy with exams, deadlines and other pressing things but, do, once in a while, take a few minutes out to walk among the trees, to hear the crickets and share some of these with the people you love :) For what would deep rain and blanketing snow would be without a brilliant summer ?