The melody of the cuckoo echoed through the mango orchard, and the sweet scent of its inflorescence filled the alley. Green leaves sprouted on the once-barren limbs of trees that had shrunk under the cold grip of winter, wilting and waiting for the season to change. Squirrels squeaked and leapt, climbing the coconut grove, their tiny feet rustling the dry, fallen leaves.
The garden glowed with vibrant new flowers as bees buzzed and colourful butterflies fluttered gracefully. A delicate layer of frost rested on the blades of grass, shimmering now with dew under the warm morning light. Spring breathed a new life into the once-dreary landscape, awakening nature from its hibernation in a cocoon of warmth. The squirrel, nestled in the cavity of a tree, had waited silently, longing for the season to unfold its enchanting charm.
The barren winter had wrapped the orchard in its cold embrace until the sun’s warmth peeked through the clouds, signalling the arrival of a new season and replacing the old. Nature mellowed to a fresh rhythm, changing the dull colours. Spring, the season of love, heralds crafting harmony and balance in the eternal cycle. One season arrives as the other departs—a timeless rule that nature faithfully abides by.
The moments of our lives mirror the seasons and cycles of nature. Anguish, anger, grief, pain, happiness, shock, and contentment form the kaleidoscope of human existence; we traverse these phases to complete the spectrum of life. Emotions are the testimony of our being—without them, what is life but a fleeting shadow, devoid of meaning? We shape our lives with our actions, and every action intertwines with the hue of a feeling.
As we navigate the colours of our emotions, we muster the courage to traverse each one, learning essential wisdom, unlearning what no longer serves us, and evolving with time.
Our faith keeps us anchored in moments of turmoil. Like squirrels safeguarding themselves from harsh winds, we find comfort snugly tucked under the veil of belief. The adage, ‘This too shall pass,’ becomes a mantra we often recall, a quiet refrain that offers hope and perseverance during times of struggle.
Anchoring ourselves to the rays of optimism, we draw infinite strength and soothe our hearts with solace. The cuckoo’s call becomes the comfort the trees yearn for each spring. It symbolizes hope, resilience, and fortitude, standing steadfast against the trials of turbulent seasons. Seasons come and go, yet the orchard stands unyielding, blooming magnificently under the canopy of faith. The sun’s tender rays caress its leaves, which have endured winter’s biting frost and summer’s scorching heat with quiet fortitude
Nibedita
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