Just as weather cycle goes on over the world, life follows the same route for each emotion. At least mine does.
The seasonal weather cycle as we’ve all studied, or to say experience/feel it (obviously!) continues with summer, monsoon, then autumn, winters and spring and then summer again!
Similar goes on with our life’s emotional cycle, you’re happy one moment, extremely sad the other, sometimes problematic and sometimes neutral. But in the end it starts all over again. You end up being happy, this way or that. And this cycle goes on and on.
Summers; the boiling heat, the bright sun, the carefree nature (obviously except the sweat!); depicts the season of happiness. Or to be exact, defines Love. You fall in it, get high with it, do crazy things, go mad with your dreams and ride high on desires. The adrenaline rush you feel, just when you’re about to kiss and the same sort of rush when you have a rain dance in the scorching heat, ditto. The feeling of achieving something you desired, the happiness of being surrounded with love, just as the smile on your face glows, the sun shines in summer.
The happiness weakens. Relationships too do. The rocky patch, the problematic days, with tension of work, family and people around, but the hope of happiness still being there, clusters in for the Monsoon of emotions. Monsoon includes the rains, the sticky days, and the irritations when just a percent of humidity increases. And some comparison to put in, this monsoon marks the end of summer or a break from it, to be more general, just like monsoon of our emotions, shadows our prolonged happiness.
Monsoon ends. Autumn begins, the trees shed their leaves, and the environment gets filled with moist air along with some sadness in it. The autumn is nothing more than, the partitions, the ends, the break ups and the never stopping tears, the losing love, and the losing out on happiness phase. Terrible to summarize.
After you break up with somebody or lose out on the *supposed* love of your life, the world seem to crash down, everything seems to halt. The numbness fills in. Everything seems murky. We become so inhumane, or insensitive that our little heart becomes a cold stone. The winters of our emotions have arrived. Putting a comparison with the winter weather, the snow (okay not in Delhi!), still in the other parts of the world, makes us stick to the home and we lose our sense of touch, the numbness rushes here too.
But then winters don’t stay for long. The smart sun gets back to business of shining on us and such comes spring! The moderate environment, a little cold and little hot. The tree seem to blossom with sparkling new flower buds, and to correlate, our lives get better. A new love knocks down, things fall into place, smartly and sweetly a smile starts to mark its way on our faces. Spring it is!
My life too goes through it. But everything happens to its extreme. To personify, the sweltering bright heat of Middle East makes up my summer. The freezing chills of Alaska make up my winters. The nonstop pouring water of Mumbai makes the monsoon. The stereotypical* Canadian flowers shedding from trees make up my autumn and the cute red flowers budding on New York street trees make up my spring! Extreme! Totally!
Too much happiness, too much hatred, too much pain, too much problems. Too much EVERYTHING. But life goes on. We do too, we have to adapt to everything that happens in and around us. Or probably just keep flowing. Optimistic, we have to be!
Even though it’s very humid and hot in New Delhi, but I’m so enjoying my Monsoonal-Spring. New beginnings and problematic events, the new love and old hatred are making me happy and irritable, at the same time. Nonetheless, this season is truly loved by me, with all my heart.
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