yellow inflorescence...

It was loud inside. Even after putting on my ear plugs and pretending to be ill, I could hear my friends playing, laughing and all. Outside that old fashioned blue painted window, things were really calm. They all were still there; the trees, the entrance gate on which the mosses are tooking control over. But they don’t know that their reign has a short span of life. Soon after the rain stops, winter will come. Then these so-called mosses will turn black and face death. Then, the next year, the entrance will be painted again! And nobody will ever believe that an empire of mosses existed on these walls.

And there is smell of grass flesh. Some people came here last day, to clean the college premises. They had cut down those thickly grown grasses on either side of the main entrance. After cutting them down, an old cement fence is visible now. The grass outgrowths never let us know that there was a fence beneath. But there was that smell. The smell of grass resins. It is a penetrating one, nearly giving irritation. Do this irritation has some emotional connect?

It’s been nearly two weeks. Now I am gradually falling in love with this place. My college. The people around here are so nice, till now. I don’t know whether I could believe on these things, these lovely things happening around me now. May be this is a ‘beginner’s luck’. But I really wish this last till the date I am here. I have new friends here. All of them are special in their own way. And I am happy that I am here. Somewhere down this happiness, I am afraid. I am afraid of being happy. You don’t know whether the tempest is on its way. Anyway, I don’t have to be over critical. May be I have to live in this moment, filling my lungs with all its essence.

On the beginning of these past two weeks, when I was a pure new comer, when I didn’t have enough human friends, they were here for me. And they are still here. This window, the tree outside, the blue sky and all. I really doubt whether there is another college with this much trees, wines, coolness and comfort. The nature around here is blindingly natural and delightful! And there is this yellow inflorescence on tip of every sub branches of this tree, outside our window, whose nomenclature is unknown to me. Now, these yellow little friends of mine look weak, drained out and half dead. It’s the rain who made all these mistakes. They were in love with the sunlight and blue sky. It is the warmth of the sun they prefer than the rain. Hope they will find their sunshine soon. But one thing scares me now, Is the winter approaching?