The pleasant breeze. Bloom everywhere and just becoming unbearable Sun. It is springs time in New Delhi, India.
Springs, autumn and life
Summer is here. Hot and furious. Temperature knocking to cross 45 degree Celsius, everyday. The bloom which had accompanied the springs, is scantily visible in few branches. Grass is turning golden and trees bracing heat would soon recoil within, to hibernate through summer. Many smaller plants would be dried and shall feed others as compost. Tough journey ahead with possibility of another bloom at the fall when preparation shall start for winter.
Life looks arduously long when we count number of blooms, which are so few. If only we learn to sit through summers and winters of life. Chasing springs everyday changes nothing. When springs of youth, prosperity of wealth and relationship is showered we have no time for relishing it, for we have to secure the springs forever. Nobody could and nobody would. It does not appear to be a surprise that springs is the plural of spring which is short lived elasticity.
If only we could borrow the patience from the Trees! The achievement of stepping out of food chain has bred arrogance which defies logic. This vanity must be overcome. Would we?
Another lazy thought on lazy Sunday.
(c) Sandeep Bhalla