It gives me the time to recharge my batteries, away from the nerve-wracking banter of kids. I can catch up on my Yoga and get more iron on my arms. Spring is also when I indulge in small, sadistic pleasures. Spring gifts me the simple joys of life. Spring brings with it the quiet reminder that it is time to apply the brakes and put your life on cruise.
Spring is the season of indulgence.
My son can now come home caked with mud as he explores the nearby ravines with his friends. He can harness the wind as he flies kites with the kind of exuberance only children possess. He can zip away on his bike to imaginary lands. Now, he can do what he wants in the blessed outdoors. Spring is when I wax nostalgic about summer vacations in India.