After a long long time was feeling the inner urge of writing something......to get lost in my thoughts and to express my thoughts in concrete words. Today its quite cold, temperatures are below normal in Kolkata. Sudden cold winds from the west along with light drizzles have stopped the entry of "Season of Colors" for some time. For the last few years, the Kolkattans are just experiencing 3 seasons....scorching summer, never ending monsoon and a brief winter. Our hearts are crying for autumn and spring......However the "God of all seasons" have restricted the entry of the two most adorable, colorful and lovable seasons.
To get a feeling of the seasons I adore, I decided to listen "Four Seasons" by the Red Headed Priest with my eyes closed. And yes........ I can see, touch and smell Spring - The long lines of fiery red Krishnachura trees, the fluffy happy clouds floating across a brilliant blue sky. Thank you Vivaldi for gifting me a gorgeous springy moment in a gloomy rainy day.
