Hello August!

My place has it's own trademark for the month of August. It is the most beautiful month here and I never miss it, to an extent that I actually took ten days of leave from college last year to be here.

There are no early mornings because the cold wouldn't let you wake up. like a hybrid of winter and rainy season. The day begins and ends with bed sheets wrapped around, fan switched off and curtains drawn, socks always in the feet. The day goes on with a heavy sweater thrown over. The day goes with sitting by my table, watching rain splash against the windows. Listened to born to die, because what better rain song can exist?

Evenings go with work out, writing, waiting for the rain to stop for some time so I can go to the terrace and walk around. Ice tea becomes the new routine and there is something about drinking it in the McDowell's Vintage whiskey glass.

The leaves fall to the ground, as if it is Autumn and I can't help but wonder if August is every season together. It has Summer, Autumn, Rainy and Winter.

It is full of movies, more cartoons and more anime. Watching "Your Name" and "Weathering with you" would just match this time. Ah, I remember watching this in a Japanese film fest.

In the midst of this August, I realized that I was slowly forgetting people's faces. I don't know if anyone would understand, but there are underlying details of people's face that I always remember. But, I think it has started to fade out of my mind. I always thought it would stay for long, but it seems not. I have even begun to forget my Father's face, my close friend's face and I don't know what to think of that. I remember a line from a Bharathiyar's song "Nesam marakavilai nenjam enil ninaivu mugam marakkalamo". I guess that's the song for today. I asked someone if they remember their mom's face after a decade of her death. He said Yes, he remembered it vividly. Maybe it is my own disease. "Pengalin idathil idhu pole oru pethaiyai munbu kandathundo?"

"Idhai yaaridam solvenadi thozhi".I have forgotten the faces of my earliest friends. I wish I had a picture at least. "Kangal purindhu vitta paavam, uyir kannan uru marakkalaache". I remember few familiar faces from primary school, but the face is faded out. "Kannil theriyudhoru thotram adhil, kannan azhagu muzhudhilla". Maybe time does this to us and we will all forget each other and that is life. That is how it will be. Could be that a decade from now, I won't remember my classmates from college or school.

But It is all very beautiful and there will never be enough words to say how glad I am. It is just as I had thought. August has come with loads of hope, love and joy! And what is all of these if you can't share.