Comforting times

Its been a while. I missed her. She was always there. To talk to. She always listened. Sometimes it was just silence as I lay beside her and counted the stars. Yet, it was always comforting. Nearly 8 months since I last did that. Managed something similar yesterday. Sure, she wasnt here, so it wasnt nearly the same, but its as close I have got since then.

Finally found a nice serene water body near where I stay. Had seen it a few times, but was unaware as to how I could go and sit or stroll beside her. The lake, Panther Hollow, nestled in the midst of wilderness has its own charm. Greenery all around, an occasional view of some magnificent architecture forcing u to remember the century you are in, and the soft rush of water flowing down into the lake.

And its not uninhabited. Courting ducks, filled with curiosity at the new humans entering their world. They came, they posed, and they swam on, nonchalantly.

I wasnt alone. Had a group of friends. We walked and talked. Aimless banter, and a calm walk. In the slight drizzle.

In today's world, with the hustle and bustle of life, and the mad rush that drives us, that one hour was a wonderful time.

Spring Break

If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows while you sing,
"This is Spring."
- Christopher Pearce Cranch

Spring break.
A week supposedly of fun times. Times to let kick back and relax. To unwind. To meet up with friends, and share the fun. And what a week its been.

Started out from the night we went out clubbing in a Limo. And came back in one too. :-)
Cut to the night we went for a nickelback concert. And stood and sang and cheered from row 1 of the amphitheatre.



Spring break.
A week for catching up on backlogs. To work on projects/homeworks. To work uninterrupted through the night. A week for finishers. A week the grades come out.

Started a couple of days into the week, and quite some works been done. Officially and unofficially as well. Acads and personal. Slow and steady they say.

Spring break.
A week of revelations.

Colours

The world, it was black and white. Full of work and no play. It was starting to show.

So, the world, it brought with it colours.

Yellow and pink.

The yellow, it took with it the traits of yellowness, and brought with it the warmth of the collective crowd. The pink, it made sure it left us all in the pink.

And the world, it had some colour once again.