There is a certain nostalgia, I think, in the way the seasons' turn. We revel in the autumn trees, red, orange, and yellow like a campfire captured in leaves; then one day the leaves are brown and falling to the ground, leaving us with the memory of the fiery forests that stood what seems like only yesterday. We sometimes forget the true beauty of the season around us — fall leaves, freshly blanketed snow, flowers beginning to blossom, or the feverish heat of the summer sun — until the weather shifts and we are left with memories.
I love autumn, not because it’s my birthday month but the tradition that I have between my life and autumn. It’s a ritual to meet some amazing souls in autumn every year. My wonder is nicely summarized in the song “Aksar iss duniya mein, afsaane milte Hai. Anjaani raaho mein, milke kho jaate Hai.”
I had just arrived home to find a colorful sky and soothing calmness. I loved feeling the sky so much that I forgot about my coffee. Now, although I am enjoying the warm sip I find myself missing the bright yellows and painted pinks.
I’m sure like me you also have a nostalgic moment for the beauty of seasons, here’s my advice to you, Start living and feeling the moment, until the seasons inevitably turn.
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I’m here to listen…
