Invisible Efflorescence

M Madathil Rajendran Nair
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Winter has said adieu, spring arrives, birds trill, cherry blossoms thrill, blooms of different hues white, pink, red, yellow, green and many a fantastic amalgam, splendor words fail to fathom, open their eyes. With winter meditation ended, long fast of leafless penance done, an unseen light now showers benedictions of different colors on waking barks and twigs - life begins to bloom. First as sprouting buds, which in days, nay, hours break into glorious efflorescence of a million hues, the first blossoms then wither and foliage spreads gleaming, dark, vegetable green, and oft the first leaves in sway on maples wither to give way to different waves of green of different shapes, lo, all in a matter of days, spring pours out her mirth in trillion colors - a paradise awakes. Little birds - towhees, warblers, robins flycatchers and tanagers that hid in bushes, filled with untouched berries, like ascetics, now begin to hop and dance chirping melodious songs on the shrubs, across the street and over the distant skyline of fir, cedar, spruce, weeping willows, pine, the wind joins. pollens like snow-flakes rain. And an unseen flower then creeps into the scene - a particle made of acid and protein, a minute bit of great artistic sheen, in search of a perch inside the human flesh, and, alas, man is scared. He locks himself in, forgets the spring, sinks in ponds of antiseptics, holds his breath and masks his face, shuns his friends and mourns as though the world has come to an end. Strange are Nature's ways - spring external is sung in myriad tunes, extolled in poems ecstatic, an internal efflorescence, perhaps, a million times more colorful is condemned a plague. Why did the Maker design man with so much fear to live a life full of shivers when birds sing sans worry, dragon-flies dance in gaiety, without thought of a morrow, forebodings, angst and sorrow? Man forgot the ancient truth "I know, therefore, I am", embraced Cartesian logic "I think therefore I am", and look now, how low! he mutters "Am scared, therefore I am"!

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