A spring of love🩷🌻🎀
Manorma's Seasonal Quartet #1: Recapping the first quarter of 2025
“Softest of mornings, hello.”
- Mary Oliver
Foggy January mornings gave way to the sun’s rays once more, and the March’s slow march brought me to April’s soft shores 𓇢𓆸
If January was about making vision boards with the girls while still wrapped in heavy blankets and the soft glow of candles, February brought me a week of love — full of Galentine’s plans and honouring the greatest relationship a girl can have: the one with herself. As March slowly marched along the Palash-filled pavements, I blessedly observed nature’s changes and memorised the art of staying rooted in the present moment.
Word Bank
Matcha: Powdered green tea leaves, dissolved in hot water to make tea or used as a flavouring.
E.g. In the bitterness of matcha and the fresh sweetness of strawberries, I was reminded that life’s most tender moments often hold both.
Cinnamon: An aromatic spice made from the peeled, dried, and rolled bark of various species of Cinnamomum trees.
E.g. A cup of cinnamon hot chocolate and a debriefing session with my girlfriends were all I needed to get through the Delhi winters.
Halcyon: Denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.
E.g. I hope you realise you deserve to create a memorabilia of your halcyon days, just like I’m attempting with this newsletter.
Bow: (i. noun) A knot tied with two loops and two loose ends.
(ii. verb) To bend as a sign of respect, greeting, or shame.
E.g. Even as I acknowledged the short lifespan of fashion trends, I bowed to my girlhood and picked up a few bow-shaped earrings and pendants.
Surrender: Relinquishing control.
E.g. While meditating, a quiet voice from within whispered a single word: “Surrender.”
Wishes
Over a quarter of 2025 has already passed, and as we step into the coming months, here are a few wishes for my gentle readers:
May the flowers of the season find their way into your heart and bloom along the paths you walk.
May the sweetest melons land in your basket of groceries, and the shade of mango trees bring you comfort on balmy days.
May you realise that when the stars seem to twinkle, it's not just because their light bends and shifts through the Earth’s atmosphere — it’s also because they’re winking at you, gently approving of your steps into the unknown.
May you walk paths that lead you closer to your truest self — not the self you think you know, but the one that quietly resides in the deepest core of your heart.
And may you always remember: you are not just made of stardust — you are the Sun. 𓂃 ོ☼𓂃
A poem for you:
A song for you:
“After reading my love letter, don’t you get upset
For you are my life, you are my devotion
I would have called you the moon, but even that has blemishes
I would have called you the sun, but even that burns up as fire
So I’ll just stick to telling you, that I’m in love with you...”
A book for you:
Gitanjali: A collection of poems by the Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore, recipient of the Nobel Prize for Literature
I hope that, through some of my words, your gentle heart is soothed. How was January for you? What did February bring with itself? What did March feel like? Pour it all in.
Oh, and I’m hoping to stay consistent with this newsletter, so wish me luck.
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all*,
Manorma
*Sonnet 40, William Shakespeare
Your writing is literally poetry 📖💌✨
Such a beautiful post!! This was such a lovely read, keep it up!! 🪷🩷