Hey you. Don’t these woods have this strange, dreamy, whimsical allure? The season between Spring and Autumn has an odd eccentricity to it. A strange electricity permeates, and the roots, leaves, and branches ask us to lose ourselves, but also hold back. The air is pungent, but still crisp and fresh.
This season has both nymphs and demons; both Leprechauns and Goblins. It both pushes us into muddy paths and enables us to choose our well-tarred roads. It stands between nihilism and idealism. It gives us shelter in caves where belief is the only defense against the downpour – rat ta tat rat tat rat, Crack! Help me, God! But also makes faith transform all that we see into something mystical and surreal or New Jerusalem beautiful.
This season gives us an impressionistic landscape of a mad Van Gogh, and rough, raw, but ravishing expressionism of a tortured Romantic. It’s a Bipolar Mixed Episode. It’s ugly-beautiful like a pug, and don’t we feel like giving up on it because it’s so infuriatingly unprepossessing? But also cling on because of some caffeinated lust for life; some, Until I finish this can of Monster and read The Catcher in the Rye in one go! Slightly uppity, sickeningly bubbly, fickle-minded, fidgety thing, psychologically askew psycho-therapists call (in)sanity?
Hey you. This season stands between a petty predisposition to a panicky Plunk! And a soft, sweet scent that makes us smoochy. This season is life, and hell, it’s filled with seemingly ceaseless strife, but also touching-you-tenderly nice guy or tussling-with-you tough guy ardor to strive. So, let’s give this crazy season a chance. Whaddya say?
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2020)