The Makar Sankranti fell on 15th January, the day from when days become longer at the end of the month of the winter solstice. There was a subtle warmth in the weather that I could sense as soon as I woke up that morning. Nature was once again on its way in the change of seasons, an inevitable cyclical progression.
Last year, your blushing face,
And the blushing faces
Of the peach blossoms reflecting
Yours. This door, this day
- this year, where are you,
You, in the peach blossoms?
The peach blossoms still
here, giggling
At the spring breeze
(Cui Hu, Tang Dynasty poet, quoted in " The death of a Red Heroine, by Qiu Xiaolong)
In such changing times, one is perhaps entitled to indulge in a bit of nostalgia :)
You came,
like a sparkling dream
like shining drops of rain
On blades of grass, remain
