A long due post on yet another clueless property of the Americas – the version of spring.

Coming from tropical countries like India, one is inclined to think that spring is all about chirping birds and flowering trees and in general, quite some sun. One usually celebrates either the harvesting time or Holi, with lots of colour and smiles being the theme of the season.

That’s just a tropical thing, I guess. This year in America, spring is.. well, not.

March is here, and it snowed twice in the last 20 days. It feels really odd (of being in a land far, far away¹) , when I find myself walking to school in three layers of clothing, and Ma talks about the sweltering heat and 3 hour power cuts in Hyderabad.

Spring break’s here, and it’s as gloomy and depressing as a december evening. Sometimes I wish the sky would open up like a big blockbuster movie and give an apt reason for calling it ‘torrential rain’, rather than just drizzling like a very sad and long running soap starring Alok Nath².

I just miss you, Sun.

1 – Shrek was the inspiration. Donkey helped too. 🙂

2 – Please god, spare us the agony of another ‘Thoda hai, thode ki zaroorat hai’.


3 Responses

  1. hey lee,
    nice post! u like the sun? i like sun too!.. is it gonna be that bad there ? m an applicant for Fall-09..

  2. Naaah.. it’s not so bad. I was in a bad mood. 😀

  3. Spring is nice…unless you are allergic to pollen, in which case….

    I like the flowers i say!!

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