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    OF AUTUMN:The season of fall is perceived di erently by di erent individuals. Some fi nd a divine connection with the season while others get nostalgic over the memories

    OF AUTUMN The season of fall is perceived di erently by di erent individuals. Some fi nd a divine 

    connection with the season while others get nostalgic over the memories.



    Autumn -fall, as some c all it - sandwiched between scorching 

    summer and frosty winter, is the most 

    loved and powerfully attrac-tive season given its beauty. 

    The leaves are changing hues, the summer heat is left behind and the blossoming fl owers are 

    swapped by crispy leaves. Well, majority of us do enjoy and cher-ish observing the leaves from the trees changing shades from green to blazing red to amber 

    and yellow before fi nally falling 

    away. And so would I. But back 

    then I never pondered over the 

    word “fall”, may be because I 

    was so much fascinated by the 

    wonderful panorama which the 

    season offered that I could not 

    get to think about other associa-

    tions that the word connotes. It 

    is that time of the year when 

    leaves after changing their 

    colours eventually get detached 

    from the trees, therein lies the 

    whole story of fall. Here the most 

    often used quote about autumn 

    comes to my mind; “It’s so 

    strange that autumn is so beau-

    tiful yet everything is dying.” 

    To many people autumn air 

    may bring about some pleasant 

    thoughts while to some it may 

    boil down to the thoughts of 

    death, decay and doom. To some 

    the former part is signifi cant 

    while to others the latter part 

    takes over. This quote makes me 

    draw an analogy of the autumn 

    season to a wilted rose which 

    retains its fragrance even while 

    it is dying. The two are so inter-

    laced that one cannot be sepa-

    rated from the other. So is true 

    of the fall season when every-

    thing around looks magnifi cent 

    yet the crumbling sensation is 


    It is very common to feel the 

    autumn vibes as quite soothing 

    and delicious yet the underly-

    ing meanings could be more 

    profound than what we contem-

    plate. The season of fall is per-

    ceived differently by different 

    individuals. Some fi nd a divine 

    connection with the season 

    while others get nostalgic over 

    the memories. For others, it is 

    just a season to enjoy the nature 

    at its best and click breathtaking 

    shots while getting carried away 

    by its music and charm. And for 

    a few, autumn is just regression 

    to depressive thoughts and anxi-

    ety with an incredible urge for 

    the sunny days.

    Undoubtedly, each one of us 

    has diverse memories dispersed 

    through different parts of a 

    year. Some relive the colourful 

    reminiscences of their lives from 

    fall while to others it is highly 

    evocative when they witness the 

    change in the air as the leaves 

    fall to the ground creating a fl ood 

    of memories. Every fallen leaf 

    brings back to them the memo-

    ries of the loss of a loved one 

    making them dewy-eyed while 

    taking them back to the times 

    which they would never want to 

    recall and unwittingly sadness 

    pervades. The vistas, sounds and 

    odours of the fall stir the soul 

    but this enchantment is mixed 

    with gloom. Thus, the signs of 

    autumn with all its grandeur 

    and brilliance are symbolic of 

    death and decay and there is no 

    escaping that. The resplendent 

    red and golden foliage brings 

    forth the fact that though beau-

    tiful but change can be daunt-

    ing too. There’s where the mel-

    ancholy comes from. And when 

    we look at the leaves lulled to 

    sleep, we perceive our own 

    transience and mortality. This 

    pushes me into thinking some-

    thing about which I have never 

    heard anyone remark: How does 

    a tree feel while bidding farewell 

    to its leaves? How do the leaves 

    feel while getting separated from 

    the tree? Here I wish I were in a 

    Disneyland where I would get to 

    speak to the trees and leaves in 

    fall and get answers to the ques-

    tions that would otherwise trou-

    ble me till my eyes close. I would 

    ask them if they too feel the pain 

    of separation and loss. And if 

    the answer were ‘yes’, then I 

    would have the last question for 

    the souls rejoicing the fall. The 

    question would be: What is so 

    fascinating in autumn when the 

    trees, leaves and the breeze are 

    mourning the loss? 

    This has been beautifully 

    expressed by Gerard Manley 

    Hopkins in his lyric poem, 

    “Spring and Fall”: “Margaret, 

    are you grieving/ over Golden-

    grove unleaving? / It is the blight 

    man was born for, / it is Marga-

    ret you mourn for” - where he is 

    bewildered to fi nd a young girl, 

    Margaret crying over the fall-

    ing of the autumn leaves. But he 

    marvels over the fact that her 

    mourning over the fallen leaves 

    portends her own fate i.e., she 

    is grieving over her own mor-

    tality without having the least 

    thought of it. Mourning the sep-

    aration from someone close to 

    your heart certainly outweighs 

    our understanding of death but 

    autumn with all its splendour 

    conveys the ultimate truth i.e. 

    all of us will have to eventually 

    fall from the tree of life. 

    This autumn, while pondering 

    over the array of the splendid fall 

    colours and remembering those 

    who have left this mortal world, 

    let us remind ourselves to refl ect 

    on how vital it is to celebrate life , 

    embrace the change, embrace the 

    present and relish whatever and 

    whomsoever we have around 

    before they are gone. Let us 

    resolve to give our best in which-

    ever way possible as long as we 

    remain attached to the branches 

    of the tree of life, for our small 

    efforts can make a big difference 

    for somebody. Even a kind word 

    may help someone heal. A few 

    minutes of your time to listen 

    to and talk to somebody fi ghting 

    their inner demons could be a 

    panacea and a source of comfort.

    Tubah Shah is a Postgraduate 

    in English Literature.

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