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DEAD LEAVES, ALIVE MEMORIES
By Neel Anil Panicker
The short collars don’t get dirty and yellowed anymore.
Gone is the irritatingly hideous touch of slow burning sweaty droplets trickling down starched white shirts, the pungent smell staying with you long after an angry sun has closed shop for the day.
Missing too are the sight of mouth watering mangoes and blood red water melons; the young and not so young no longer await their turn to lick into delectable ice creams.
But then all that’s something nobody minds so terribly as what awaits is simply wondrous.
As the clichéd lines go, ‘It’s in the air’.
You can feel it in the slight early morning chill as you walk by neighborhoods swathed in a pastel green; the smiles are back in peoples’ faces; there is a soporific lightness in the air all around you that goads one to tuck away under warm sheets, stealing an extra six winks without the accompaniment of soul searing guilt.
All around there is a refreshing openness__be it in the skies above or the earth below.
It’s official: summer’s over, autumn’s here.
If so, can spring be far behind.
The air will soon be filled with romance.
Pity, all I have are but memories.
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