Romancing the Season [in monsoon main aur badal dono hi crazy hawa ke sang Pagal]

[Ruth Aa Gayi Re Ruth Chhaa Gayi Re,
Peeli Peeli Sarson Phoole Peele Peele Patte Jhoome
Peehu Peehu Papiya Bole Chal Baag Mein]

Summer: Summer, Summer go away come again another day
Fiery Sun God is very much active with all its fire power and ammunition. These days of long boring summer just take away all my feelings leaving behind a high and dry BeeeBeees, even my heart longs for few drops of fresh blood. Nevertheless, summer have to be there, talking about global warming, summer may be better option than ice age.

[Esho hey Baishakh, Esho Esho, Taposh O nishasho Baye, Mumursure Dao Urdaye . .]
(Come, oh Baishakh (April)! come, Breathing the fragrance of meditation. . . . .Tagore)

Monsoon: Barkha Rani, why not Barkha Raja? Gender Biased? Barish will be better and in my mother tongue Bristi is more sweets like rassogulla (mistti).

Rain and my early Kolkata (Calcutta) days were very messy affair, muddy and slippery roads and full stop to all outdoor activities. Rain and my romance started when I moved to Jammy (Jamshedpur). A planned town covered with green umbrella, those thunderstorms, heavy rains and cool breezes still fresh in my memory. This is the season not only have the feelings, also having something to look at it. I like everything about it, no mater what is the situation. A gloomy sky, crazy passing winds and a few droplets try to caress me; I just look up and give a bright welcome smile.

[Pagla Hawa Badol Diney Pagol Amar Mon Jegey Othey]

(On a cloudy day when crazy breeze are passing, my heart start dancing all the way - Tagore)

Autumn: All of certain I fall in love with Sun, yes that same Sun, change of mood, no I am not a moody fella, a small piece of weak sun rays peep through my window just reminds me that all sunny days are not fiery one, some of those sunny days are also cute funny days. Tinny piece of clouds left behind, try to finds its own way through blue sky, playing hide-and-seek with sun and moon. The drumbeat of Durga puja or Navaratri and fragrance of seuli (Prajakata), the combo are just nostalgia.

[Eseche sarat himer paras legeche hawar pare, sakal belay ghaser dagay shishirer choya lage]
(Autumn (Sarat) is here, just feel the cool breeze and presence of morning dews on the top of grass – Tagore)

Winter : Thandi Hawa Yeh Chandni Suhani..../also reminds me the poem of Robert Frost - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.

This is my second home, Sili Hawa or Chilly Hawa sab chalega. Always enjoy every bit of dripping mercury, sad mercury never drip that way now this days. Winter means early morning laze around, winter means blue sky, winter means feel fresh with cold-water bath, winter means foods and lots of foods and winter means weight gain. In winter, apart from this weighty affair, everything is feel good.

[Shiter Haway laglo Nachon, laglo Nachon Amlokir Oy daley daley . .]
(Winter breeze dancing and dancing through those amlaki (amla) trees - Tagore)

Spring: Early memories of spring was belongs to my school days, when we used to celebrate Basant Uttsab (Spring Festival), a beautiful musical extravaganza. Slowly one day it was just meaningless to me, but today, when cuckoos start singing I cannot resists myself, walk to my window and try to locate it on the tree top. No! Cuckoos are not the one or its beautiful singing, what actually draw me to the window-

• I just want to locate the foolish crow and its nest. Why again and again these foolish creatures fall prey of those lazy cuckoos?

[Fagun hawai hawai Korechijey daan, Amar apon hara pran, Amar badhan chera pran ..]
(I have contributed my selfless soul, My soul bereft of all ties To the Fagun breeze - Tagore).

While romancing the seasons, I try to pay a little tribute to Tagore, also end with it.

[Din Guli mor sonar khanchay roilo na, roilo na, sei je amar nana ranger dinguli]
!!!Sad, that I am not able to keep my old days in a golden cage, all those my
multi-colour days !!!