In Bombay, its hot all year round. Except for the monsoons.
I've lived in places that have distinct seasons. Four in Atlanta, Three in Hyderabad.
I love seasons. Its amazing and awe inspiring when I experience that exact moment - when one season changes into the next.
In Mumbai, I always know when I cross the L&T flyover on the way back from work.
In June, I can see the approaching clouds and high humidity content.
In November, I cross my arms as I feel the wind cooling down.
In April - I frown at the blast of heated air on my face.
In Hyderabad - It was my nightly walk back to SV1 that would have these clarity stuck moments.
Listening to the peacocks - I knew that spring was not too far away
Watching the fluttering leaves made me crave for the rains
A bright moon peeping across Dry trees heralded winter.
Many years ago, even though it only seemed like yesterday, I used to have a tree outside my window that was a steady no error indication of weather changes. Green buds in spring, Lush foliage in summer, falling branches in the hurricane season, Red leaves in Fall and Barren in winter. I used to sit at the exact same couch and watch the years tick.
Its great therapy if you ask me.
It makes me aware of the cyclical nature of all things.
Happiness, Saddness, Fear, Joy, Situations, Relationships, Journey's.
Long time ago, I was dealing with a crippling personal crisis and it just so happened that the hardest part of my self discovery was in the penultimate months of the year.
It was a brutally cold winter back then and seemed like it would get the better of me. But by early next year, I had the spring back in my step as the leaves turned colors again.
It was oddly touching. The cooincidence of it all.
I think 2009 was a tough year for me personally. I would probably rate it as one of the hardest years I've had since my early Atlanta days. But I remembered what I had learnt before.
That even my own battles would follow a seasonal pattern. When they were hot and out of control, pouring torrents and tears, turn dry and barren and ultimately wane into the autumn of their own timeline.
I just had to wait. For my time to come.
The truth is, that everything changes. Its all transient and gone before you blink.
Its upto me, to take personal responsibility for whatever situation I find myself in - happy, sad, confused, delighted, disgusted, at war or at peace.
Beacuse times change and bring out the worst in me and the best in me
Yet - what is written by the hands of God, remains and survives... and makes its presence felt.
Maybe thats why - I love the spring so much.
Because I know that I must cherish it. Deeply and dance around with flowers in my hair.
And when the the rain falls, Faith will be a pretty good unberella to have.
I am 31 years old, and my city is Mumbai.
Thank God I have enough.
