The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven -
All's right with the world!
~Robert Browning
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven -
All's right with the world!
~Robert Browning
As I sit down to pen my first article on blog my mind flies back to those days when I was in 4th standard and we read the poem Botor(in assamese ;meaning Season in English).It was fun reading it ; the pages being filled with lots of colourful pictures; at the same time walked us through changing seasons at different times of the year and their impact on nature.
But today when I try to recollect the same poem again, a question mark arises in my mind; “Is the poem truly on par with this place……?????Did I enjoy the spring that the last two years have brought for me….????” Suddenly my inner voice answered….”No …definitely not…..”.
It left me pondering about this place, which is recognized as one of the most hot spots in India. Four years back when I was at Assam Engineering College, I felt the period from February to April brought typical coolness and calmness to the environment. The flowers of our hostel garden, in full bloom, the exuberant clusters of flame-red flowers of the ‘Krishnasura’ tree (Gulmouhor ) together created a unique and magical poetic mood in front of our hostel. One would automatically fall in love with the buzz of the soft breezing air. The cuckoo bird…heralding the advent of spring ;sang atop the mango trees; made the evnvironment go crazy.
The tantalizing aroma of the eucalyptus trees; the crystal clear night skies with its widespread network of galaxies, twinkling stars, the calm and serene moon, together cast a spell on me. I would get lost in myself mesmerizing their beauty surprised at the kind of romance they create in man’s heart. All in all, that part of the year was my most favorite apart from the festival month of October-November.
But today time has changed and with time the air around seems to have changed. I have lost those lovely days of calmness. Today I spend my life under harsh climatic condition…8 months of summer, 2 months of rain and 2 months of faulty winter. Moreover in summer the mercury soars up to 48° C maximum while in winter it comes down to barely 25° C. At times my life feels like a fish out of water with only dust all around; gasping for breath having nowhere to go.
Sometimes it breaks my heart to think of the injustice done to this place….that God had cheated it and its natives, cheated by not giving them the pleasure of spring.
As I wrap up this article I pray to God…please bless this place with the eternal bliss of nature that you used to bestowed upon me a few years back so that sometimes even my heart can feel its beat and dance to feeling of a new life.
