The Advent of Spring
It's been a long, hard winter - I was told. Ice melted away. Green sprouts everywhere. Gary says, "Winter is like that last drunken-party-guest who just doesn't know when to leave." Gary is a self-proclaimed travel nut, with apt observations and inferences. He reasons well and his wits are bold. Suja likes spring. The rebirth of nature. The hide and seek of rain. She's in love with the lilac that stands in front of our house - drowsy, leafless, with a faded wintry smile. Every morning she tries waking her up. "Laila, my Miss congenial, lazy bum, get up. It's time to put your shoulder to the wheels. Don't think that you are the only plant that carries the agonising pains of winter." Like a coy bride, Miss Lilac doesn't even look up. She nods to sleep again. But Suja forces her way into a sunlit world. Finally, under allround pressure she slowly wakes up to the rough realities of this not-so-lit world. Green sprouts like goose pimples. Lilac an...