Wonder Years

The year end is here and this long pending plan to come back here to post something. It will only be perjury to think I was missed in the blogging world, however the writer in me was tired of keeping mental manuscripts. As somebody fond of words and expression there is nothing more hopeful and liberating than when these words are documented finally.Its more of a futuristic effort to take a mental photograph of this point of life and its point of view.
Its winter again, amazingly another year is coming to a end again, proof that the earth is still revolving. Eventful and distinct, new adventures, achievements, disappointments,travels,lessons,habits, good byes and yet another year added to your experience.
People say looking back is not important and looking ahead and living in the present is more advisable. All that agreed, it is a matter of acknowledging the journeys taken.
I speak for myself when I say that the winter is one of the warmest times, in terms of feeling. It has always been an eloquent statement, the ending of dead thoughts and the start of fresh rays of hope emancipating.
As a child i have wondered how a snowy evening would look like and feel like. The pictures of my favorite places which i have read about in books and stories, being embellished in snow have always remained enc laved in my mind. The joy of thus imagining would take me soaring like a kestrel. I was inspired to write about snow, winter mornings, starry cold nights, angles upon earth, happy children, love and hope.
And today 10-15 years after i started reading the stories about the Finist "Bright eyes falcon", Marushka and Ivan, ghosts and Mr.Scrooge, Maggie's gift,snowy night Robert frost Tanya and Kolya's first love, beautiful stories of angels, wild winter blossoms, i am strangely still writing again about the magic of the season in inspiring minds. I used to long to get a hand written letter from a very special pen pal all the way from Europe, a fact i used to keep this fact as a matter of pride and vanity. It was mysteriously fascinating to be able to connect with some one my age from a exotic place. I could picture her being a part of some of the stories i had read about girls with golden hair and pink lips. I would eagerly sent Greeting cards depicting Indiana paintings, peacock feathers, picture of me and interesting facts about me, my life and my country. I young heart had hoped we would stay friends for ever and visit each other's countries and places. Slowly however in about 2 year time our correspondence had stopped. I was not crushed, but i was glad for the days I had been rapturous about having a friend from Europe.
We lived in a coastal town with out no claims for a real winter which used to make mornings quite chill. I loved observing the early morning dew drops on the leaves, the jasmine blossoms with tiny cold droplets dripping which looked like dazzling diamonds when the sunlight touched them.I loved wearing winter clothes pretending to feel winter as part of acknowledging to know what the most of the world was experiencing. I always took to writing some little poem about it, or a short story about what happens to some one during a cold winter night or day. Waiting for the exams to end, waiting to welcome my sister who was mostly away from home studying,keeping awake till mid night on Christmas, watching the crackers light up starry sky's on New Year's eve,longing to make resolutions and greet new year were so much a part of a traditional childhood year ending winter.Those memories seem to last even today, and some where the spirit of those wonder years clings on even today.