A winter goodbye

A chilly morning is what I have been waking up to after coming back from Kerala. The contrast in the weather is huge in the northern and Southern states. 

It was surprising one day when the sky was filled with smog and nothing could be seen on roads with only headlights flashing here and there. The cold wonder mornings were terrible, but people still traveled from place to place with public transport being filled with passengers. It was a struggle to leave home as it still felt night even at 6 am. 

It was a relief to bask in the sun, but there's a catch, that is the cold windy weather. Sometimes winters felt good, but other times it was torturing. We often burn fire with coconut shells to keep ourselves warm. It's only momentary, but it's like a small campfire with all of us surrounding the small fire.

Now as winters are leaving, its getting slightly better. It's not foggy anymore, and the sky gets dark early nor the sky brightens late. Even though this harsh weather was terrible, it still reminds me of the poems that describe winters, and its association with sadness. Winters are beautiful as well as terrible, but still it's one of those beautiful seasons that shows all its colors.

Happy new year

 As a year ended and a new year began, all the reflection of the past year ended. We all made many resolutions at the beginning of last year; some may be fulfilled, some not. We began the year with loved ones around us, and some lost their loved ones during this year. Many started the year alone but at the end smiled looking at their life partner.

 It was a year of blessing for some and vice versa. As we step into a new year, a lot of resolutions need to be made, and those need to be fulfilled. 

 Being in the rural area seems different than in the city. In cities we find crackers being burst to welcome the new year. 

 This new year was celebrated by visiting the beauty of nature. It was a breath of fresh air being close to nature. The beauty of the nature is different from the busy city life. Time moves slowly, showing how every minute is beautiful and eventful. The presence of children makes you feel young when we go back to playing games like antakshari or stone, paper, scissors. 

 I wished that time slowed down, giving time and space to breadth. Our grandparents lives show the beauty of simple life when they still bicker with each other just to make the other person respond in a positive way. It's fun to watch them tease each other. 

 Life is beautiful, but we sometimes forget it in our own rat race. This year let's pause, wait, and stop just to appreciate the gift of life that is offered to us.