Seasons

Since, I was a kid, I always enjoyed writing....though my readers not necessarily shared the same emotions. So I was always excited about my English classes and those boring essay writing sessions. I wouldn't say I was or for that matter am a particularly good or imaginative writer, but I somehow believe myself to be a good observer. And it this observation that I have always tried to put into words. Therefore, it was particularly exciting for me to write about the monsoons and how my school bus splashed water on the people walking on the roads or about my trips to my grandparents place over summer vacations and the different people I saw in the train and about what they ate. I particularly loved the mild winters of Calcutta, when a light fog would engulf the city and dim street lights would bravely try to show way to the lost strangers. I loved the fact that I could wear my sweaters and my scarfs.
It has been only in the recent past that I have had the opportunity to enjoy Fall. I love the way the trees change their colours getting all geared up for the bitter winter ahead. I love the way the leaves fall at your feet on your way to work. I love little children playing in the heap of fallen leaves. All in all.....I have to admit that Fall is now officially my favourite season.
I have always felt that Fall is nature's annual fashion show. It is the one time nature decides to show all that it has to offer.