This time winter was short and not extreme.. after waiting... thinking every other day will be minus or below minus..we had to come to terms with the spring or early summer..Before, Spring just means something like jump..It never had any meaning for me as a season..Now i realise how beautiful a season it is. No extremes.. bit of everything..bit cold, bit sunny, bit dusty and sprinkling of rain.
I wish my life was too a spring.. a bit of everything..so that i can appreciate each of it.
then of the days gone by.. i had a guest..a whole family. its first time i am entertaining a family for a week. in simple terms let me say i like being a host. its better than being a guest.
As a guest i am always doubtful whether i am taking up the time and resources of another. Its better a host.Its in my power to make them feel comfortable.
I feel bit grown up playing a host. ( i am wondering..whether its the grown up feeling that makes my post look so dry??)
hmmmmm
it was foggy today.. i love that..a sense of adventure.not knowing whats beyond...then a little more drive and it was so sunny!
life back to normal..but an emptiness haunting...as if we are not enough...the space of the guest vacant..
its better to leave than to be left behind.
4 comments:
Came here blog hopping... no doubt spring is beautiful, but in India I love autumn the best, it's the time for festive season, and hearlds winters and ends humid and hot summers.
You are so right about the last line.
I love spring too and really started appreciating it after coming to NZ.
ohh ! the last line was sad and true for the one left behind...in delhi i used to love teh autumn because there was so much to look forward to...
@Indian Home Maker @ 2Bs mommy @ Suma nice to hear from you.
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