Fall; the favorite time of the year has come
This year has been a great one till now, it has almost come to an end, and the the most favorite time of the year “Fall” has come. Although there were tough times that eventually ended with me being full of hope. Happiness, success, failure, anxiety, self-love, and self-loathing, I witnessed every bit of it. I tried some new things, started some new journeys, had some nightmares, and had some beautiful dreams.
It has been 10 days since October started. Everyone’s favorite time of year, the last and very special quarter of the year. Fall is enjoyed almost all around the world, there would barely be someone who would not enjoy this beautiful time of the year. In India, these three months usually have pleasant sunlight with a cool breeze, making the weather wonderful and holding festive vibes, making it even more beautiful and absolutely everyone’s favourite time of the year. But no matter how much I love this time of the year, I always end up being full of emotions.
Apart from all the other qualities of this time period, it just holds a very special place in my heart. Making me ironically happy, sad, excited, and nostalgic—everything at the same time. I wait for the whole year to pass just so that I can vibe and enjoy these three months to the fullest, but as soon as they approach, they make me unable to witness my emotions, making me want to run away from them as far as I can.
You all must be busy thinking about why only this one quarter makes me full of emotions and not the rest of the three quarters. No, it’s not like my emotions don’t bother me the rest of the year; they do, but these few days just make me more overwhelmed. Even if consciously I am not thinking about anything, sub-consciously I know something is bothering me; something has to wake up my emotions.
Every moment in the time span of these three months takes me back to 2010, when I was a 7-year-old girl trying to enjoy these days to the fullest. Going to school, coming home and quickly winding up with homework, and just going outside to burn crackers and play with her friends and cousins, and coming home when her father comes and having dinner and being done for the day.
Everything used to be beautiful at that time; there were no worries about assignments, futures, or work pressure; nothing was big enough to bother, especially during these beautiful months. Going to relatives’ places because of ‘Great Festival DIWALI’, eating mithais, nothing much but just food, mithai, and games—that’s what used to be the most important things.
Today, after 13 years, the energy, craze, and excitement of that 7-year-old Jasleen and this 20-year-old Jasleen might be the same, but they are accompanied by many other things that make it overwhelming and bittersweet feeling. 13 years are undoubtedly enough to change anything and everything. Of course, I grew up; that makes it obvious to change things, but in these years, something has happened that could have been avoided; maybe there could have been a way to avoid those.
Despite everything, the feeling of excitement these days is the same as that of 7-year-old Jasleen and as it should always be. She has indeed grown up, but still is always crazily excited for fall but just the difference is that it’s not just excitement but other emotions as well and now, it’s not just about food, mithais, and games; it’s also about work, studies, clothes, and, of course, decoration and these multiple emotions just bothering her and turning her “beautiful” fall into a “bittersweet” fall.