Just the slight wintry afternoon breeze -- something we all seem to yearn for to indulge as peacefully as we did back in childhood, licking the ice cream till it melts away in the summertime; just how life has faded away. It's this busy crowd, the flow of life, the haziness and dullness of getting shut aside in our compartments and workplaces as though they were some chained places hard to break through until you manage to convince yourself to step out of that pale world of stress and sadness.
It is just me on another winter afternoon of my life when a few realizations struck my mind; which convinced me to give up some time and procrastinate on doing my assignment for the sake of taking a moment to cherish the wonders that life has offered especially in such a magnificent season like this in between the end of a hazy gloomy winter and the beginning of a jolly jubilant spring. As I keep lazing on my armchair, the chilly weather turned on, my eyes do ponder on how just as nature on one side has started to get rid of the old of the past of the days to be begotten, and just on the other hand, it has fabricated its tapestry with floras of colours ranging from the very little balcony of mine and running its trail down all along the lanes that go past by.
It's a serendipity to get flashbacks of the past, to dive into nostalgia in a season like this when the fresh sweet smell of the newly bloomed flowers is appealing to your senses, reviving them into rejoicing in life once again. The tales from the dusty soot ridden brickworks incomplete in their stage from construction seem to flow in, rushing through the very rusty wooden doors of my heart -- tales from when I was this very little, playing unmindfully with the little autumn leaves that had fallen on the ground beside the hinge door and now here I am cherishing those moments because the time has passed into recalling those.
It's a serendipity to get flashbacks of the past, to dive into nostalgia in a season like this when the fresh sweet smell of the newly bloomed flowers is appealing to your senses, reviving them into rejoicing in life once again
Given that we all seem to thrive in a world so competitive, engrossed in the very web of business -- it is indeed hard enough to set aside some time to relax and make oneself grateful for life; let alone go into that arena of making moments that shall remain in the diary of your own heart and turn into memories which you shall remember for life. Yet amidst this chaos, just as the drowsy rickshaw-puller pedals the tyres and the “cring, cring” bell chimes -- life goes by at its very own pace unaffected by the charms of this very world with the little ray of a misty sunshine falling on my journal as the nature comes to calling the only sunset of this day. Spring bells ring in the air, coating up nature -- and adorning it in a warm new blanket of bright colours maybe of the shade of yellow, the colour of Boshonto(spring) -- which alongside being a season on its own, is also an occasion celebrated in Bangladesh upon the arrival of this festive season which not only conveys its harmony to the nature itself but also to the people -- the objects that make this season full of life.
Yet, from the perspective of a country like Bangladesh, despite the flow of colours in the canvases of the lives of so many people, there is still a group of people whose canvas remains empty and lifeless throughout the year -- to whom the world seems as pale, sunk deep down in some shady corners of their minds. It's not necessarily the people in the streets, the daily workers, the people who despite breaking all barriers of life still struggle to manage a piece of bread; but the people whose lives just lack that thin brush stroke of happiness -- may that be due to their setbacks constantly knocking at the door to hold them away, traumas from the past shattering their future hopes or that doze of depression and not dopamine that they fail to fight every while. As the dusk has approached with my life calling me back into "busy-ness" once again -- this spring, why don't we celebrate the little moments, and harmonize joy to the lives of people of all ages -- whether it be through our contributions or our ambitions just to set a stream of happiness with its channels spreading out to every life and every soul.
In no time, tunes of "boshonto eshe geche'' will please our ears as the long wait to bid farewell to the last sunset of this winter and to welcome the first sunrise of the spring(Boshonto) will finally conclude. Just a few days to enter Falgun -- yet the tranquility, the sense of fulfillment, the transition in the beauty, the magnificence of the leaves, the flowers, the chirping little birds -- life here amongst all odds has thrived to bring in colours to itself, to dance with the krishnachuras in the afternoon breeze.
Labiba Tasnim is a student of SFX Greenherald International School.