X: Have you never seen spring before? Why are you wonder struck?
Y: Of course I have. But, I don’t think I have ever seen it this way.
X: What do you mean by ‘this way’?
Y: Okay here it is. I am on the road twice a day. I am not on the road for leisure. I am mid routine. I have places I have to be. I want to reach those places as soon as I can. But, for the last few days, these rides have been just so…. I have been a spectator to spring where I pretty much get a glimpse of these beautiful frames of spring for just seconds, but oh my. I didn’t remember spring to be this way.
X: Okay. But, what is this ‘way’ you keep referring to? How did you remember spring if not the way it is? You know, how it is every year.
Y: I remember spring as lazy afternoons, sitting in the garden, preparing for exams. I remember spring as 50 varieties of flowers growing in our garden. I remember spring as the chapter about the gulmohar tree in my school textbook. I remember spring as curtain drawn rooms which are just perfect to sleep.
X: Aah. You are just being your poetic self now, aren’t you? There is nothing new to spring this year then. It’s just all in your head.
Y: Of course. It’s me. But it also has to be different for you, right? Are you telling me you have experienced spring the same way each year?
X: I don’t think I understand what you are asking me. I have experienced spring to the extent where it’s a season of blossom all around you. That’s it. Why does it have to be more or different? For me it’s not the unusual textbook and afternoon references. For me, it’s simply the flowers and bloom.
Y: Alright. I hear you. Let’s let go of the subjectivity of experiences argument for now. I have a question for you though. It’s interesting how you refer to spring as bloom. But, tell me something, do you not see the bare branches that bear flowers? I mean it’s bloom for the flowers, but really, is it so for the branches?
X: I am going to answer your question with a question to you. Why do you think the branch and the flowers are experiencing the whole process separately? While the branches hold the flowers which bloom, they are also experiencing the blossoming, don’t you think?
Y: You make an interesting observation. Have you seen those orange flowers on the bare trees? The same ones which fall down on the road and look equally beautiful. Maybe, spring is not about the blossoms. Maybe the blossoms are merely a contradiction to bring out the beauty of all the bareness, of all the concrete?
X: I think this is where I would like to bring back the whole subjectivity of experiences argument back. You choose to see beauty in contradictions. For me the beauty lies in the way they effortlessly blend. Maybe, because you mentioned that this year you have only observed spring while you have been on the move. Maybe, if you stand still at a place for some time and look at it, you might see it the way I do.
Y: So, what you are saying is that I am choosing to find beauty while I am fleeing?
X: No. All I am saying is that I have stood still and watched spring and it does look different from how you describe it. Maybe, for you, even if you stand still it may look like a contradiction. Or, it may not. Or, it maybe something completely different. Who knows?
Y: *Sigh* We are back to the ‘who knows’ spot.
X: Hahaha. Yes. We really don’t know, do we? But it’s fun figuring it out.
Y: It’s fun till you keep finding your next cues. The moment you don’t know where to go or what to do, it ceases to be figuring out and turns into being lost. And, then really all you wish for is for the smell of spring to lead you back or lead your forward.
X: Wow. That was some escalation. What are we talking about?
Y: Who knows.
X: Oh common! How did the tone of this conversation go from being exploratory to being existential?
Y: We are talking about spring. Nobody talks about spring, X.
X: That’s not true. Everyone talks about spring. There are festivals which celebrate it as the beginning of a new year!
Y: Well yes. Everyone does talk about spring and it’s beauty and all the flowers and all the bloom. But, they talk about it as if the season only resides in trees and flowers. Seasons reside in us. No one talks about that. People talk about what they see. They don’t talk about what they feel.
X: How do you feel, Y?
Y: I don’t know X. I don’t know what this conversation was all about. I don’t know what spring feels for me. All I know is that while I flee with purpose, spring looks breathtaking on bare trees and in bunches. I love it when the sun sets through these branches and the flowers glisten. I have tried to click these frames so many times. But each picture has always been a blur. Maybe, I need to stop at a spot and try clicking then. But then, I fear that I might already know how it will look, if I pause, stand still and look at it.
X: Take it easy, Y.
Y: Hahaha. Yes. I should take it easy. I think I will just go to my room, draw the curtains and take a nap while the sun shines brightly and all things bright and beautiful bloom. Outside.