a daylight dream

I had a premonition that March would be a sweet and congenial month, but it didn’t prove to be so, or not as directly. It had been beautiful nevertheless, just like all months are. The first three weeks of March were rather confusing and intimidating. I’ve had this belief that everything would turn out fine in the future but all of a sudden, due to spending time with adults and hearing to their complaints and negativity, it kind of pinned me down to the reality of the world. Other than that, I felt so small in terms of realising my dreams and it all made no sense for some reason. My dreams of inspiring people and helping them to become their best versions were bombarded and reduced by how things are at the moment. So many things aren’t being run effectively and efficiently, hindering space for growth, creativity and fruitful implementation. Those cues, because I’m a little bit sensitive, affected me. However, I didn’t give in to those negative thoughts becaus...

Since it’s March and evidently spring, we awake to a sky adorned with an inscrutable peachy hue hanging round the circumference of the east. Our eyes are not used to being greeted with a light so soft and apparent; habituated to the winter morning darkness, still so hopeful, though. It’s not so cold for me to sprint to the balcony and watch the faint clouds take shape in spite of the dry eastern winds, that dissipate the clouds if they ever form, casting a veil of uncertain whiteness as the morning ages. I watch the hue become more prominent, till the sun peeks through the buildings, it’s shine radiant and smile-inducing. I think about how well we adapted to winter, how well we appreciated the barren tree branches and the greyish tinge in those old dehydrated leaves. How we spent the shiny afternoons finding solace in the sunlight, exposing our faces to feel the warmth and let it filtrate the worries and evaporate what’s trivial and cunningly unnecessary. We did our...