Daily writing prompt

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

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Hello dear friends,

I hope this blog finds you in a cheerful mood, with a hot cup of tea in hand and joy blooming in your heart.

Today’s writing prompt is both simple and nostalgic: “What is your favorite season of the year? Why?”

A seemingly easy question, yet it stirred a wave of emotions and memories within me.

You see, every season has its own flavor, its own poetry. Spring whispers renewal, summer radiates energy, autumn brings mellow reflection, and winter gifts us cozy contemplation.

But if you were to peek into the album of my heart, you would find it drenched—yes, drenched—in the magic of the monsoon.

Yes, my dear friends, the monsoon season is my favorite. Let me take you on a little journey through my raindrop-tinted lens.

The Symphony of Rain

As the first clouds gather in the sky after a long summer, anticipation fills the air. Birds fly lower, peacocks dance in delight, and the fragrance of wet earth—petrichor—rises like a soothing balm for the soul.

That fragrance alone is enough to awaken a hundred memories from my childhood.

The rain doesn’t just fall from the sky—it sings. A rhythmic, soulful lullaby that taps gently on windowpanes, plays a melody on rooftops, and flows with grace through narrow gullies.

Each raindrop carries a message—slow down, breathe, feel.

During the monsoon, nature becomes a painter. Trees wear a richer green, flowers bloom as if in celebration, and even the dusty roads shine with a new life.

As an artist, I often find myself inspired during this time. My brush moves in tune with the rain, creating abstract impressions of emotion and beauty.

Monsoon Memories: A Childhood Rewind

Some of my fondest memories are wrapped in monsoon blankets. As children, we would race paper boats down the puddles, our feet muddy and hearts light.

There was a freedom in those moments, a sense of carefree joy that often gets buried under adult responsibilities.

Even during my working days at the bank, a sudden downpour outside would stop us in our tracks. For a few moments, we would forget numbers and files, and just stand by the window watching the world blur into watercolor.

Now in retirement, that same rain brings a different kind of peace—a deeper one. With a warm cup of adrak wali chai and the soft company of instrumental music, my favourite “Mouth Organ”. I sit and watch the rain perform its art outside my balcony.

The Inner Monsoon

Monsoon is more than an external season—it is an inner feeling. It teaches me to be comfortable with stillness. It invites introspection.

On a rainy day, I often write my best poetry. Perhaps the melancholy beauty of grey skies opens the window to the soul. My poem “Barsaat Me” was born during such a moment—a gentle blend of longing and gratitude.

It’s also the season that binds people together. Sharing a hot plate of pakoras with friends and family, huddling under an umbrella with a loved one, or even walking alone with rain trickling down your face—these moments carry a simple but powerful beauty.

Monsoon and Romance

Rain has always been synonymous with romance in our Indian culture. From the iconic Bollywood scenes of drenched lovers to the soulful songs that echo through radios during July and August—“Rimjhim gire sawan…”—the monsoon carries a romantic rhythm that touches even the most stoic hearts.

My wife and I often share a slow dance to those tunes on rainy evenings. The world outside may be chaotic, but within our little cocoon of music and memories, everything feels just right.

A Season of Reflection and Rebirth

Monsoon reminds me that it’s okay to wash away the old and start anew. Just as the earth sheds its dust and blossoms again, we too can shed our worries, grief, and weariness, and embrace life with fresh eyes.

Each drop feels like a whisper from the divine—a reminder that we’re part of a larger cycle, and like the parched earth, our hearts, too, can bloom again.

My final submission

While every season has its charm, the monsoon speaks directly to my soul. It revives not just the land, but the dormant emotions within me. It inspires, it soothes, it connects.

So, my dear friends, as the rain drizzles outside and memories pour within, I ask you—What’s your favorite season? And more importantly, why?

Let’s continue to cherish these moments, one raindrop at a time.

With warmth and gratitude,
Vijay Verma
www.retiredkalam.com

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