April
"April is the cruellest month." That's what T.S. Eliot had once said famously, and I often wondered why? How could April, the month that ushers the beautiful season of spring could be a cruel month? Frankly, I still don't know the answer, but there is something about April that makes it a melancholic playmate you don't want to mess with. It is the month that lets you tear through your layers of clothing to bare your body to the onslaught of summer sun (i.e. if you are living in the northern hemisphere). In the south, it's the beginning of harsh winters. It seems as if April is that 'impasse' from where things just go to an extreme. In the north, you get to enjoy nature at its full bloom, with cheery blossoms, amaltas, pansies, lilies, tulips and many more love bombing Mother Earth, sometimes just for a few weeks. It's like the illusion of romantic love, that starts with the quickening of hearts, blinding your souls and then rapidly d...