I constantly complain during summer and fantasize about winter, but after three months of it I’m tired of all the cold. It doesn’t snow here in New Delhi, so the only exciting thing about winter is the morning fog. I don’t know why but I have a very strange liking for the fog – you walk on with nothing but grey clouds ahead of you, the tinge of cold on your cheeks. But there’s a limit to it. No matter how much we like something, there comes a time we become bored of it if we do, feel or experience it with such frequency. I’m tired of the fog and the cold now. I’m tired of wearing three layers and socks and going to bed with two blankets shrouding me.
Last week the morning had taken up a very strange, orange hue and on my way to school I realized it was the first sunrise I’d seen in days. Mornings were mostly covered in fog or grey skies, so the sudden sight of the sun so early in the morning made me strangely delighted from the inside. Then a few days ago, I was studying outside on the sunny porch when I decided to look up from my textbook and there I saw our bougainvillea in bloom, the pink flowers clinging on to the green leaves, with a bright blue sky in the background, reminding me there was so much beauty in the sky above me, beyond the thick layer of the Delhi smog. The little joys of spring (which can hardly be observed here in a forest of brick and concrete and solitary trees you spot once in a while).
The weather has me cheered up considerably and made me impatient for the end of winter the way I’d been impatient for its arrival back in October. This week has been satisfying too – I spent almost all of it studying for my Political Science exam on Monday. Final exams will be ending on the 28th of February and a week after that I’ll be in 12th. This academic session was too short, and the one coming up will be too long – we’ll have six series of exams before the Board Exams in March next year. But I’m quite excited. Our teachers keep telling us about next year’s syllabus. I’m particularly looking forward to our Psychology classes – we’ll be doing a case study and several personality/intelligence/aptitude tests as well as studying abnormal psychology and cognitive therapy. Psychology can be such a useful subject, no matter what you choose to do in the future. I’d thought English would forever be my favorite subject, but it’s on number two now. If my mother hadn’t told me that I should pursue writing, I’d probably be aiming for a career in Psychology.
Speaking of writing, this week has not been disappointing. It hit me that I had missed a very essential part of the Ray Bradbury Challenge I’ve taken up this year – the part where I was supposed to write one short story every week, along with all the reading. I haven’t written any short stories, but I’ve been writing flash fiction quite frequently, and I think they make up for my lack of short story writing. From the very first day of the year, I’ve been reading three flash stories everyday instead of short stories because of the limited time I have, and maybe that’s why I’m not getting ideas that can be used for longer pieces.
I’d been feeling uninspired since the start of the year when it came to writing, but I’ve found a great solution. I’ve been using the random word generator and writing down whatever image the words conjure in my mind. It has been quite an interesting way to link two completely unrelated words together, and sometimes the results have been surprising and satisfying. With good editing, they’ll be great stories. I wish I’d found this solution sooner.
However, enough about me. Tell me how you’re week was. If it was not as good as you’d hoped it to be, then I hope your next week is, and so is every week after that. I hope that you have a productive week ahead, that you spend time with the people you love, that you make something you are proud of.
“Awake, thou wintry earth. Fling off thy sadness! Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth your ancient gladness!” – Thomas Blackburn