I haven’t given much thought about the month of April, I realised it only recently. April… very quiet and yet so lively a month.
Emerald hues all around, telling me a secret and listening to me at the same time, swaying with the wind and merging with the blue sky.
A little yellow dandelion standing all alone at the end of a cliff witnessed all the April drama.
Butterflies can fly so very high, up the giant trees with two-three light hiccups on the way, sitting on the top of the tree or sweetly enjoying the descent. And they always fly in a rhythm, they are always playing a tune.
Some also say that butterflies carry messages; imagine a fluorescent yellow, bluish-black with a tinge of orange message flying towards you… definitely worth feeling amazed.
And what can I say about the birds? The group that chirps all the time, the pairs that keep singing lengthy songs, the sets flying one after the other and the sole bird sitting somewhere preoccupied with a thought.
While the sun in April looks exactly like we painted it in our drawing notebooks with an orange crayon, bright and glaring, the moon, on the other hand, looks different every night.
One night the moon is attended by starry twinkles, the next it is all alone talking directly to you, expecting a face to face chit chat.
Then one night, I stared at the circle the moon had drawn around itself… as if that night it didn’t want to be disturbed. Funny!
A few days later it was crescent-shaped, clearly asking me to come up with the help of a rope.
April usually meant “just the last exam left” and then “not going to touch the books for a month” to me.
I have lived an obedient student’s life and somehow foolishly forgot to engage myself in the magic of April. Until now!
- Moony Clay
- Fine-Tuning The Fears
- Tick-Tock, Time For Treasure Hunt
- Beauty in Perfection and Vice-Versa: The Japanese Take
- Together We Enjoy Enjaami