It is almost an year and half in pune. The change in seasons in this city can not be judged. But living in a 2BHK home for 1 year 6 months, I have stayed with 6 different people, one after the another.
If i close my eyes and try to smell the air and try to judge the seasoin outside and inside me, who was stayinmg in the house answers what season it was then
People changed, but one thing never changed - a constant feeling of being occupied.
Emptiness could never find a corner inside me and I am actually glad. It is only when my friends tell me that whole weekend you were alone or you were in the office but nowhere else. Sometimes, 2 whole days spewnt in "bevadagiri" - watching movie, having food out and walking foolishly on M.G. Road.
At times I had a feeling of looser but soon after thgis feeling tried to blanket me a winner's crown was there to make me happy. The winner's crown holder used to be one ot another person staying in D-105. This concludes the story that I was never unhappy here. Unhappiness was a spike in a constant DC line. OOOppps I can not untether the world of voltages and currents. Pardon me... :)
Seasons I can smell,
The memoirs donned on my mind so well,
The rains of love and hatred siometimes,
The warmth in air and breeze jingling like windchimes,
The spring of Hopesm joys and confessions,
Softness in the surroundings and calmed regressions,
Summers of fading sadness andgathering courage again,
Scorching sun, humid air, refreshing and calling hibernating brain,
Autumn came with heart soothing silence,
Thrashing and thwarting speed of wind and yet so harmless,
Winters peaking up n' above dryness and fears,
Moving away for no reasons and wishing to be close in prayers,
The seasons I had here are all mine,
The seasons I remember and cherish,
The seasons I have lived, died, loved and hated,
These seasons are inside my heart so much alive,
Nature is nobody to conntrol and thrive,
It is the people I lived with...
All my seasons they only drive.
