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AN EPISTLE... | Kunal Roy

Dear Summer,

    The Spring has bidden au revoir. April is here. Your beloved nature has put on some of the best colours to impress you. Sincerely hope you are impressed too. The reason is obvious. You are an inseparable segment of this cycle. And we all love to be a part of this story.

    The world has stopped reeling under the torment of shut. The world after pandemic has no similarity with its former stature. The world has learnt a lesson which cannot be effaced in the next few centuries. We are running on the new track of life. We are under the azure once more to breath the fresh jet of air. We step outside to merge with the common folk. Attend parties, night clubs, religious ceremonies and above all our known work stations to make a difference to the world! Amid you have come in measured steps. An extraordinary one. The temperature soars like anything. The heat waves continue to lash against the poor mortals. The air above the ground is singed, much to the dismay! You appeared like this more than four decades ago.The morning sun melts into a sizzling afternoon and eventually a molten orange dusk! The streets are often de peopled. The sweltering heat makes the birds faint and the grasshopper dance among the tall, sleek grass. The cry of cicada is heard from the distant frozen hills! Life is like a brimming river. To add an extra dimension to your powerful script, the Akshay Tritiya is just a few steps away. An auspicious occasion. An occasion to immerse in the thoughts of divinity. The Gods and Goddesses of peace and prosperity will be worshipped. The clay lamps are to be lit. The burning of incense sticks, blowing of conch shell and chanting of divine hymns will make the ambience a little more serene, a little more tranquil, a little more sacred! Keeping the lament and languish at bay, devotees will assemble before the temples. The 'secret desire' for wish fulfilment will be at work! Offerings are made and blessings are sought. The forehead is resplendent with vermilion. A thick sacred thread is tied around the wrist to ensure safety and security! Indeed 'you' are punctuated with fest. You are loved by all. You are a true harbinger of delight amid every single odd. You are the best among the lot. Await you every year, believe it or not!

    However, your span lasts for a couple of months. All good things have a brief existence on this earth. Yet you are so bracing by nature. And your presence is felt a bit more as we either visit the roof or sit beside the lake or by the casement, enjoy a hot beverage or a cold drink, close our eyes and feel the tender touch of your evening breeze on our satin smooth skin!!

                                          Your admirer

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