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SHARARANTHAL: Spring In My Step
By Remitha Satheesh
On Apr 02, 2010

Are we reduced to talking about the weather? I see that quite a few of my fellow writers here on Yentha are waxing eloquent on last week’s thunderstorm that laid a cooling hand on the city’s fevered brow. Nothing like the rain to inspire an artist, and I believe every writer is an artist. And by rain I mean RAIN as it can only rain back home, in all its furious glory. All that talk of the rain inspires me to write about the weather too–the weather here in Cary. 

Coming from a place where the four seasons are hot, hotter, hottest and of course rain, the four distinct seasons over here, each one beautifully diverse from the other, are a truly sensory experience. Each one with its own vivid sights, sounds, tastes, smells and feeling. The kind of stuff that one had only read about in books earlier and pondered upon with wonder. What was Shakespeare’s summer like? Or Shelly’s winter, Keats’ autumn, and Wordsworth’s spring?

It is rather ironic that in India where every vernacular literature talked about six different seasons, people get to experience only ‘hot’ and ‘wet’. And what beautiful names we have for our seasons – vasantham, greeshmam, varsham, sharath, hemantham, sishiram. Now they only serve as kids’ names. Have we polluted and destroyed our delicate ecological balance so badly that the subtle changes in weather that the older generation still remembers fondly no longer exist?

So, moving back to the weather here, March 21st was officially the first day of spring and frankly, I could not wait until spring was finally here. Shelly’s lines from ‘Ode to the West Wind’ “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” must be one of the most quoted lines in the English language. Done to death, the lines might be, but I realise the weight of the truth they carry, every year during the long dark winter evenings when the ‘winter blues’ can be quite depressing. It is only the thought of spring that is just around the corner that keeps one going… While images of cozy warm fireplaces and picture-perfect snowy landscapes might look good, that is what they are. Perfect on postcards. And for a person who misses home quite badly, the cold dark days of winter can be pretty dismal.

Then one fine morning, spring arrives! And what an arrival it is. You can actually feel the change in the very air. Suddenly birds are all breaking out in song, and I don’t mean just the feathered kind. And what a show Nature puts up. You might have driven past a drab looking, forlorn tree, sad and leafless just the previous evening. Come the next morning, and the tree is an explosion of flowers, like somebody just turned the lights on. It is a riot of colours, as apple, pear, and cherry trees lining roads, vie with each other in putting up the most spectacular display of blossoms; not to speak of the orderly rows of tulips, daisies, lilies, and dahlias in gardens and the exuberant wildflowers along walking trails.

Once the darling buds of May, err—March have opened up, Nature settles in for her renewal rites. Green! In all its myriad shades of Rebirth, Rejuvenation and Regeneration. Each tightly curled leaf unfurls itself to reveal another hue of Life.

It is amazing how much nature affects human psyche… come spring and there literally is a spring in everyone’s step. People are out there walking, jogging and biking. It is such a relief to cast away the burden of the layers of dark winter wools and heavy fabrics and let the skin finally breathe some fresh air and soak in the sun. To finally be able to leave windows open and enjoy the delicious breeze wafting in.

I particularly relish the delicate fragrance of the jasmines which begin to bloom again in the joy of being kept out in the sun after the cold months spent indoors, protected by the artificial heat inside. Tulasi, kariveppila, chembaruthi… they all finally get to see the sun. Spring is also the time when Nature displays her bounty. Farmers markets—local trade centres where farmers sell directly to consumers bypassing retail giants—overflow with luscious berries and fresh spring vegetables.

Beautiful colours, crunchy tastes and great weather… the perfect combo to inspire people to get off their behinds and take a walk to get rid of all those unwanted pounds put on gorging on rich festive foods and heavy comfort foods eaten to chase away the winter blues.

And that reminds me that I need to take that walk… now!

   
Remitha Satheesh

 
 
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