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Spring again

I love this time of the year because the air feels like silk over your skin. The wind still retains a little bite and the nights are perfect for long-winded stories, remembrances of a softer time. This time of the year has always been amazing, because there always was a book to be finished in the sweet sun gazing through the curtains, exams to be done away with and meeting friends again. There always was the first smell of mud and then of the spring lilies. 

I remember my mother being good with plants. Putting down new roots, adding here, pruning there. Organic fertiliser, and lots of love. Chrysanthemums and snowballs, forget-me-nots and dahlias, gladioli and daisies. Home grown tomatoes and mint leaves, flat beans from the garden in the balcony. Fragrance in spring; sharp and piquant, mellow and soothing. Bursts of color amidst seas of green, celebrating life in the only way that mattered.

Life turned brown for so long in between that I stopped looking for spring. The seasons mattered only in as much as whether to complain about the heat or cover up against the cold. There was no space to plant a bit of me, and no will to either. And then, in the year where everything else seemed to be going wrong, spring showed up. There are plants in the campus around which are beginning to sprout the first flowers of the year. The mango tree is loaded with beautiful maturing flowers, a mixture of dew green and white. I can imagine the front yard of my house is filled with potted plants, all crowned with the most beautiful blooms, my mother’s devotion. My fingers are itching to get some mud on them.

In so many ways, professionally and otherwise, this is the worst quarter of year I'm having. Looking for the ideal job is always less interesting than it sounds. The only people who know about your awesomeness and amazing work ethic are those you already know. And yet, I can't seem to get too worried about it just yet. Someone will hire me to do something I love, someday soon. Till then, the world is green again and that will do.

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