बाहर बहार है.

in new jersey, the cherry blossoms have already fallen, 
and all that remains is their memory scattered on asphalt. 
inside the house? closet की spring cleaning is still pending — 
और दिल की cleaning… that’s premium subscription work.

the world, meanwhile, is busy being dramatic. 
tariffs की जंग. dollar-rupee ka daily soap.
ai har doosri नौकरी ko “disrupt” करने नीकला  है 
like an unpaid intern with too much confidence. 
and here we are — between two countries, 
two cultures, two playlists — wondering where exactly we belong.

then comes buddha पूर्णिमा — the full moon of वैशाख. 
a man who left everything behind just to understand 
that suffering doesn’t end by running away… 
it softens when we learn to stay still.

and in the same month comes mother’s day —
which is less a holiday, more a complete philosophy. 
from unsolicited advice to that late-night phone call 
asking only one sacred question: “खाना खाया?”

that is may. workload on the shoulders, माँ की आवाज़ in the ears,
चाँद की रोशनी in the sky, and summer knocking louder each week.

as rumi reminds us: 
"तुम्हें तूफ़ान से नहीं, अपनी जड़ों से ताकत मिलती है।"

remember your roots. बाकी सब manage हो जाएगा।