"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run"
- Ode To Autumn, John Keats

Autumn's here. I can feel it, I can see it. Its my favourite season, yet it's sad. The start of such a beautiful season, is with impending death.
Autumn is well and truly here, when little flying insects overtake the sky and buzz everywhere without fail. They're impossible to escape in the nighttime, yet there is a sense of pity when they all die in the mornings, having lived just long enough to further their species.

Autumn shows itself, with the yellowing of leaves and bushes, with the slow death of the crown of the tree. As each one of them, majestic or not sheds their leaves, they shed a sense of belonging.

Autumn is the time to start anew, with the fresh winds and unexpected rains fulfilling all joys of the world, yet does anything much survive through the harshness of the storms and buffeting of the dust?

Autumn is a special season, here comes the real test of friendships.

Autumn means the colours of the earth will take over and dominate, regretfully blocking out the bright blues, greens and reds. And purple's.

Autumn means the start of a winter, harsh and unforgiving in its loss of Persephone.

Autumn is there to forgive all that you did wrong earlier, but then again, who'll forgive the sins of the season?

Autumn means, Its time for us to start singing Keat's Ode To Autumn again. And praise it for its introspective beauty.

Signing Out,
Looking Forward To A Purple Autumn


Nupur said...


No, seriously, u sound a lot like (ahem, ahem) adha chamach phenyl... or someone who's very depressed. Lave these kind of jobs to me and vindhya, it suits our personality (70% extrovert, 30% introvert) not yours. Besides, vindy will be more than happy to write something, workholic :d

anty_anand said...


Im just saying, autumn is filled with certain lil sad things, yet is my fav season.

ishita-dasgupta said...

omg...dis brings bak so many memories of eng classes in 12th smhw...miss it all!! :(
n i luvd d post...tho it isnt vry u...nupur is ryt.. :)

anty_anand said...

I can be serious. I can. I try my hardest.
Its just that when im at home, and typing out the posts, you ppl arnt there to throw my serious side outta the window.