Breathe: Impressions of the Nostalgic Feb

Rains are fresh, sun shines are falling in the eyes as never before, and the breezy winds are bringing with them loads of stored renaissances left for me to retrieve.

Yes, February is nostalgic.

For all those impressions imprinted on my curtains which have been memorable. Curtains, which fly any time in this breeze, leaving peepholes exposed, to be viewed into, to be Re-discovered.

February is the season of the Change,

It’s the season of the Reverting back to the past days.

And it’s the season, when I love to breathe.

For all that coldness with which the wind spits hard on my face, with dancing hair, with eyes closed, and hence, the Lights Camera Action !

For all that hypnotism with which the fragrances engulf me, conspiring, for me, and protecting against

For all that brightness with which I see my reflections ably and aptly on the roads, for all those reflections look back at me.

For all those voices through the earphones, as if Rahman returns the same time every year.

For all those musics which complement and supplement the aura. Gustavo Santaolalla.

For creativity never dies, it just follows the metamorphosis.

For the urge for happiness, the surge for satisfaction and the merge of heart and intellect within.

For those challenges that behold, and the wars uproar, I wonder yet again if I am the right person.

February leaves questions, its not that straight.

……………. Feb is abrupt, Feb surprises.

Feb induces, it paves way forth.

Feb is energy, controlled and fashioned.

And yes, Feb doesn’t act, it just sings and dances !

Snehil Basoya

PS-

1. Feels nice to give ‘decent and improved’ minors after a long time !!!
2. Loving the courses and course contents ….
   
3. Loved Dhobighat. It is not a movie, it is Poetry.
4. Someone give me 10 days in a week !!!
5. Riding on a spiritual wave ……

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