Truth be told, I never enjoyed you. It wasn’t you perhaps, just the timing of seasons and school curriculum. You were somewhere in middle, sunny yet can’t have ice cream days, the wait for mangoes begin from you, and summer vacation of course. You seem the slowest to pass among all the months. I thought when I will grow up, it will be fine. But man, you tend to have important days even in adulthood. And you tell me who likes to do taxes, it is the most tedious of process. Yet, I begin to like you, you are the start of spring, the season of colors and somehow you are bringing them to me, my heart gets vibrant seeing all the colors you bring. You make my heart happy and for that I am grateful. Welcome, April.
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