Seasons

Seasons. Ritu. Kaalam.

We flock our wings, move away from trees to fields, mountains to valley, across oceans and deserts.
As we turn back to our so called comfort-zone, we realise it was not just a damn place where we lived, rather an institue where we mould the betterself.
Life changes, like how the season changes, from spring with loads of peaople around making picture-sized maemories and end up cherishing those memories we made.
Those who brings up the warmth in winter while others leave when the last fruit falls off the tree.
We never know how the seasons take us forward..how we gonna stay strong for winter and how to share when the  spring blooms in.
Hold on tight..as I prepare myself for this winter. This too shall pass and you will be tough as hell.
Just sit back and watch the seasons change.