Notes on March

It’s March already

March is a good month.

I like March. It feels like a month of love, commitment, moving forward, taking risks, getting back up.

It’s spring. I feel like a sunflower, full of joy in the sun.

I want to put on some background music, but my playlists are more melancholic, an irony despite the romantic I am at heart.

What wonderful mornings these are. The quiet singing of the birds.

Wind and sun, in perfect harmony, making you feel a full spectrum of emotions, and yet keeping the contentment steady.

It’s the kind of time that makes you want to rush out to the balcony, dance like life’s a musical.

Because why not?

Life’s short. Dance away.

Then go ahead and make yourself an iced coffee.

The season of iced drinks is back!!

The silky, sweet coffee trickles down your throat and refreshes you, bringing you back to life like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.

You head over to work. Things, as always, are on fire. But at least, you had a good start. No matter how the day goes by, the morning was good.

A friend once told me a folk tale about the bright, colourful trees in Bangalore - the pouis, jacarandas, and tabebuias scattered throughout the city.

These trees are spread across Bangalore, and I pass through some of those areas often. They beautify the streets of HSR and AECS Layout. The lush green tapestry of trees, with these colourful bouquet-like bunches, slows you down, makes you turn your head, brings you into the present, and helps you regulate.

It is said they are credited to a man who planted seeds for these throughout the city.

And I find that fascinating.

I have always been fascinated by things like this, the butterfly effect. A small decision, propagating through time and space.

The yellow blooming flowers remind me of love.

The pink ones bring me into the moment, make the day slightly better, and give me hope.

Maybe because near my office there is a baby pink tree, blooming so brightly in March, which for a brief moment pauses all the metrics and things-to-do running in my head.

And also because, like a cherry on a cake, these flowers make the lakes even prettier. A morning run feels gifted by these beauties, accompanied by the sing-song of birds.

There are fruits blooming everywhere in my society. Every day, when I walk past, I see them growing and ripening, mangoes, chikoos, lemons, pomegranates, papayas.

I find so much joy in discovering this.

I never would have thought I would live in a house whose little garden has a papaya tree. If I want to have kairi ka sharbat, I just have to walk outside and pluck one.