Volume: 1 • No. : 4 • Published for the period September – December 2012
Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.
The falling of leaves in autumn hail the arrival of winter in the valley. Shades of green which were a reverie in summer are pushed to the background by oranges and reds heralding autumn. The Chinar trees which bloomed heedless to the worries of the world now stop. The arrival of the cold white sheets which would drape all the living things reminds the rule of the survival of the fittest.
The lush green rice fields would now lie fallow. The fertile mother earth would look helpless under the blanket of snow which would soon veil her. The cries of the children would be hushed by the frost. The chirpy songs of the birds would lie silent for a long while to come. The Dal Lake which was bustling with activity would wear a forlorn look and the women folk would quietly work their way in the evenings.
But the shades of white cannot dull the spirit of the mortals and other living beings. If nature is cruel, the living beings have also stood to the test of time. The daily hustle and bustle might slow down for a while but it will never totally freeze. Life is an on going process and each one determinedly plays a part to make it a success.