It was always a wonder when I was back in India why people in the west like the sun, as sun in India has never been a charming experience. Why don't I experience bright sunny days like the people living in the west? This was a question I have always asked myself.

I still remember the poems I read in my school days: the English poets describing the beauty of sun and the warmth of the sun's rays. I never understood them and thought them irrational, as for me sun doesn't give warmth at all — all it can give is scorching rays of heat.

On March 11, I understood the real meaning of the joy of a sunny day, and I have fallen in love with the sun for the first time. I wanted to enjoy the sun's rays for hours sitting outside. The winter, though it was not harsh, made me value the sunshine.

Everyone took off their heavy jackets to enjoy the beautiful, gorgeous day. The spring is coming in and the sun is bringing a lovely and attractive smile to my face.

People were walking around just to enjoy the day, smiling, laughing and having fun. I am now noticing spring smiles. I wish this smile could stay forever. I am looking forward for the greenery and the leaves to come back on the dead and lonely trees. I am waiting for the “spring beauty” — indeed it will be beautiful. Goodbye, harsh winters.
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