Originally Posted by Riaz Ahmed Alizai

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If winter comes, can a spring be far behind!
Anne Lamott has exquisitely said "Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: You don't give up."Hope is the brainchild of dissolution and melancholy is furthered by seeming consistency of tragic moments,which are joined like beads and have their own impact upon different turns of life.Winter is often depicted as the season of sadness,loneliness and lackadaisical events.Where faces lose their charm,leaves leave their guaranteers, shores keep the embracing waves away from their warmth bosoms.When sun sprays its light in the teeth of offending and pinching cold waves.When flowers conceal their smiles,and when butterflies plug their wings.It is the winter which silences the chirping birds,who arrange their intrinsic feelings upon seeing their colorful surroundings,and vent their natural desires in presence of the softest touch of pitying winds.Their ecstasy for summer effaces the sorrows left back by the hammering winter.Incoming and whispering waves of summer rejuvenates the natural deathsIt is ambigous, does it make sense?.It refills greenery inside the trees,squeezes distances of wretched souls. Jubilation,high spirits and merriment becomes the order of the day and talk of the town. Frogs jerk their slumbering heads and birds reshuffle their throats for expressing their love for summer.Their hopes are died against the hopes of revival.Lingering aspirations make them feel the approaching calmness and ravishing moments.Both the seasons are harbingers of one another.One tests the strengths and plays with weaknesses and the other adds meanings to the stunning beauties and embellishes natural layouts.