"Pippa's Song", by Robert Browning

The Year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven-
All's right with the world!

Pippa's Song, by Robert Browning

Monday, April 13, 2015

Spring, Sprung!


                             Spring, sprung!

Spring is in the air! And there is a spring in my step, and wells of joy spring up when I see what Spring has wrought. The credits for all these pictures go to my friend and colleague in the Department of MicroBiology, Selina Shah, who is completing her PhD. She loves plants and trees and knows the name of practically every flower and leaf, and shares her knowledge with people. These pictures taken by Selina, are of the same species of flower, called the Tamhan, or Laegerstromia, to give it its botanical appellation, and is, apparently, the state flower of Maharashtra. That is Selina's hand, holding one of the flowers, the better to photograph it.
 
'Roads dug up at 100 places  within Mumbai,' screams the headlines in the newspaper today. I know. I am not being an escapist. I know the potholes exist. But since this blog is all about eternal hopefulness, I have decided to upload and applaud hope, rather than despair.
Here's gratitude, and joy, therefore, for the flowers and the trees and the new green of the leaves. Here's thankfulness for friends, old and new, who make life meaningful. Here's for books and words, coffee and conversation, chai and chaat and chats.

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