Here comes Falgun

Spring is in the air. There is a symphony which fills the heart this morning as the rainbow colours of life suffuse the expanses of the soul.
It is Pahela Falgun, that bright dawn when dreams renew themselves, or come wrapped in glittering new avatars, to rekindle in us the sense of tradition.
On Pahela Falgun, it is more than a day that we observe. In larger measure, it is heritage, the roots of our culture, that we recall. Pahela Falgun is therefore that essential link which binds us together, from generation to generation, from one phase of history to another. It is our continuum, the bonding which keeps Bangalees going, everywhere.
This morning, good cheer will drown the mundane around us. Women will wrap around themselves the raiment of spring. And men will bring alive, through their attire, the melody that underlines Falgun. The desolation of winter will have been left behind. In our gardens, in the wilderness that is our pristine woods, all across this land, it will be the varied hues of spring that will take over. Little girls, innocence throbbing in their souls, will ask to be dressed in sarees.
In the cumulative memories of their grandmothers, lost youth will ring a bell, to inform them that youth is never lost, that it comes alive every time Pahela Falgun returns to our courtyards. Little boys will, as always, leap in joy. Only this time, they will leap in the air in the knowledge that they share the beauty of a day with their parents, with their ageing grandparents.
The skies are beautiful in Falgun; and the warming sun rises from the depths of cosmic distance to inform us that new leaves will sprout on the branches of the trees, that new buds will blossom into the flowers we have known since we were babies in our mothers' laps.
On this new dawn of a new Falgun, it will be time to remember old and yet undying, relevant poetry. Rabindranath and Nazrul and Jibanananda and indeed an entire pantheon of poets will come visiting, to sing ancient paeans to life and living.
Spring bears tidings of the good and the charming and the seductive. This morning, on Pahela Falgun, we are, once again, willing to be seduced by the temptations spring brings in its wake. We are ready to be in love, again.