THE SUMMERS GONE BY-
The sweet aroma of the unripe mangoes and the pleasant sight of the crimson gulmohor are enough evidences to herald the beginning of summer! ! Add to it the cool evening breeze and the melodious notes of cuckoo that it brings along and you can't resist yourself from drifting back in time to those years when you were still a little uniform clad school going kid, anxiously waiting for your dad to bring home the 'Aam ki peti' (box full of mangoes)!!
The season is still the same.
The mangoes still delight me.
The cuckoo still mesmerises me.
The evening breeze still enchants me.
Even as a wave of nostalgia grips me.
Life has moved on a bit too quickly, hasn't it?
And we have forgotten to celebrate the moments and believing in the magic that we used to when we were 6 year old kids.!!
And then the layers grew up and we buried that kid with our new found sophistication, ego, whims, the pseudo-etiquettes and culture that we met on our way to manhood!! Wait! That kid is still alive in the deepest recesses of our heart! !
Let's open up, can we?!
Another summer will have ended quickly even before we realize and the first rains will come pouring down again to invite us to dance and make those little paper-boats (kagaz ki kashti! )!!
Do we have the courage to meet that 6 year old kid, again! ?
Or was growing-up an April fool joke that life played on us? ?
The sweet aroma of the unripe mangoes and the pleasant sight of the crimson gulmohor are enough evidences to herald the beginning of summer! ! Add to it the cool evening breeze and the melodious notes of cuckoo that it brings along and you can't resist yourself from drifting back in time to those years when you were still a little uniform clad school going kid, anxiously waiting for your dad to bring home the 'Aam ki peti' (box full of mangoes)!!
The season is still the same.
The mangoes still delight me.
The cuckoo still mesmerises me.
The evening breeze still enchants me.
Even as a wave of nostalgia grips me.
Life has moved on a bit too quickly, hasn't it?
And we have forgotten to celebrate the moments and believing in the magic that we used to when we were 6 year old kids.!!
And then the layers grew up and we buried that kid with our new found sophistication, ego, whims, the pseudo-etiquettes and culture that we met on our way to manhood!! Wait! That kid is still alive in the deepest recesses of our heart! !
Let's open up, can we?!
Another summer will have ended quickly even before we realize and the first rains will come pouring down again to invite us to dance and make those little paper-boats (kagaz ki kashti! )!!
Do we have the courage to meet that 6 year old kid, again! ?
Or was growing-up an April fool joke that life played on us? ?
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