February and yellow skies

I love February. It's such an unusual month. And it is the hardest to pronounce.
Do they have yellow skies in February? Maybe in April or May.... during the Kalboishakhis.I love yellow skies like crazy. I remember a wonderful wonderful evening, when all the trees in our little neighbourhood were being trimmed, and there were heaps and heaps of green leaves scattered all over the place. I was cycling amidst these fallen leaves and there was a great big yellow sky above me. I remember stopping to tell someone how much I loved it, right there and then.
I love monsoon. I wish it was monsoon in February. But then again, I don't know. There wouldn't be that excitement of putting on the fan, after a really long time. Or that spring is here feeling. That exam-morning feeling. There's something special about that.

Sometimes when I wake up, I wish I could see trees, a lake and lots of sunshine. But I never want to go back there now. It wouldn't be the same. But I still keep wishing. And sometimes, when I'm bleary eyed, and not-quite-awake, I hear the pots and pans clanging in Jaya didis bari and Baba reading the newspaper aloud in the "nook" and I see the trees, the lake, the sunshine. Sometimes I even hear that goddamn kokeel. But it's just a cheel. Screeching atop my air conditioner vent...and a concrete jungle and an empty swimming pool that lies beyond my grill-less window.

Maybe years later, I'll hear that cheel, I'll hear a train's whistle...I'll see a foggy blue sky. But as of now...I see and hear only these. And wish for yellow skies, monsoon and February.